Sunny floated in the currents of the River of Time, his gaze fixed on the past.
A lingering bitterness gnawed at him, the regret of the lost opportunity with the Cosmic Hand.
He had traded a mother's blessing for a crown of authority. It was a fair trade, perhaps, but the "what if" still echoed in the in his mind.
He pushed the thought away with a mental sigh. He was an Emperor, not a philosopher. He had work to do.
Below him, was the Multiverse of Arcana. And the newborn God of Cards was beginning his great work.
Sunny watched with the intensity of a student studying one night before exams.
The young God did not chant spells or used mana or faith. He reached out into the materials available in the multiverse; oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, phosphorus etc.
He brought them together, and weaved or stitched them together....
Sunny activated his God's Eye, peering into the interactions of this reality. He saw the fundamental truth of this multiverse.
