The Celestial God let out a sigh.
The golden sun he had just created suddenly started flickering like a dying candle.
"Because we are hunted, Neo," the God said grimly.
He extended his hand toward Neo.
A complex, glowing geometric seal floated above his palm.
It looked like a crown made of condensed galaxies, radiating an ancient authority.
"This is the Celestial Mark. It holds the ultimate legacy of my race, the compressed authority of the Forefather. Take it, and you will become the rightful ruler of all celestial domains."
Neo looked at the mark, but he did not reach out immediately.
"And what is the catch?"
"The cosmos believes the Celestials faded away due to natural decline. That is a lie. We were systematically hunted and slaughtered. An unknown danger, an entity that exists outside the universal framework, began devouring our worlds and our people."
The God's supernova eyes locked onto Neo.
