In the silent, cosmic expanse of his God space, Sunny sat on his throne.
He had faced a paradox: his clones, the very roots of his advancement, were now too powerful to exist within the accelerated time realms he created to train them.
He could not waste hours of his own precious Godly time to manually etch a stabilizing artifact. The demon gods were on the move, and time was a luxury he could not afford.
Even if he enters the realm to do these things which would just be a few seconds in the God space, but he was too lazy to focus on this work.
But he wasn't out of ideas, a smile formed on his face which was hidden behind his mask.
His hands, shimmering with the purest form of energy, Faith, moved.
In his left hand, he manifested an artifact, weaving it into a physical, intricate form.
Gold, starlight and solidified shadow flowed together, hardening into the shape of an ornate, old-world pocket clock.
