"Now, I can finally focus on capturing this entire multiverse in the palm of my hand," Sunny whispered to the cold, echoing stillness of the throne room. "But a gardener cannot cultivate a paradise until he has plucked the weeds from his garden."
Sunny's eyes ignited with a brilliant, molten gold. He leaned back, expanding his consciousness until his God's Domain blanketed every star system, every nebulous cloud, and every hidden rift within the bubble. In this state, he was no longer a man; he was the sentient nervous system of the multiverse.
He saw them.
Far out on the fringes of the territory, where the light of the central stars began to fray into the void, a darkness was manifesting. It wasn't the natural dark of space, but a greasy shadow. At the heart of this rot stood a handsome, smiling figure with eyes that held the warmth of a frozen sun.
