"Congratulations on your breakthrough, Your Majesty!"
The words came from six billion throats, a single, unified voice that resonated with such immense power it warped the very air of the Garden.
The collective weight of their adoration was a physical force, a sudden pressure that threatened to crush the billions of demigods standing below, their knees buckled and they groaned under the pressure of their own master's enthusiasm.
Sunny, seeing this, waved a hand. A gentle, opposing force, a ripple of his own power, washed over the demigods, lifting the weight and allowing them to stand tall once more.
"Thank you," Sunny said, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. It was intoxicating. It was terrifying.
He knew this loyalty was a cocktail of many things; his Void-born nature, his unparalleled strength, the endless benefits he provided, and the insidious work of his Divine Blessing talent.
