Sunny sat in his throne, staring into the empty spce of the newly manifested Subspace of Arcana.
It was a blank universe, a pocket dimension humming with the laws he had copied from the ancient past.
But a canvas, no matter how high-quality, was useless without paint.
It needed galaxies. It needed stars. It needed the planets capable of birthing Card Masters.
He wouldn't fill the world by manifesting one planet at a time, as that would take eons. He needed a shortcut.
He raised his hand, palm open and began to use his Faith. He pulled from his reserves, a few trillions of faith, an amount that could have birthed a legion of demigods, and compressed it.
The energy swirled above his palm, collapsing in on itself, denser and denser, until it formed a single, terrifyingly heavy point of white light.
It was a seed of infinite potential. The temperature around it skyrocketed, threatening to crack the very fabric of his new subspace.
