It was not a command, but an invitation whispered directly into their souls.
Across a billion worlds, six billion Gods felt the gentle, irresistible pull.
Their spiritual forms dissolved from their private thrones and, in a blink of an eye, re-formed in a place of impossible grandeur.
"Isn't this… the same place? The arena where Lord Adam summoned us?" one God whispered, his voice filled with awe as he gazed at the colossal structure.
"Yes, it looks the same," another replied, running an ethereal hand over the smooth, cosmic material of his new throne. "But is it the original, or just a perfect copy?"
Their hushed speculation was cut short as a single voice, calm and absolute, washed over them. It was Sunny, seated on the highest throne at the very pinnacle of the arena, a king looking down upon his court.
"First of all, welcome to the Arena of Epiphany," he said. "And please, take your seats."
