The joyful cheers from Ragnok's victory died down, replaced by a cold, expectant silence.
Thea's live broadcast, a network connecting billions of worlds, zoomed in, projecting the image of one God.
God Venus stood alone in the center of the arena, his divine form, once proud and radiant, now trembling. He could feel them. The eyes.
Six billion Gods in the stands above, and quadrillions of mortals watching through their system panels.
He felt like a clown in the , the star of the execution of his own creation. He had never known such humiliation.
'Why?' he thought, his mind a whirlwind of terror and bitter regret. 'Why this? Becoming mortal would have been a much easier punishment'
He had seen Sunny's power. He knew, with a sickening certainty, that the Emperor could have turned him mortal with a snap of his fingers, just as he had the 420 others.
