Merlin stood in the center of the Emperor's throne room, his breath not able to leave his throat.
He had activated his Instant Teleportation Card as that was his only option left, expecting to be flung into somewhere where no one resided, as the multiverse was too big. Instead, he had teleported here.
The room was vast, where the ceiling seemed to be the night sky itself. The floor was polished star-metal, reflecting the swirling galaxies above.
And sitting upon a throne was a being whose very presence screamed Divinity.
'Are Gods so common nowadays that you can just trip over one if you teleport blindly?' Merlin thought, a bitter taste filling his mouth.
He hated the New Gods of his multiverse. In the ancient texts he had recovered from the ruins, the Old Gods were depicted as beings of wisdom and law.
But the new ones? They were thugs. Mortals who had stumbled upon powerful formulas, hoarded resources, and ascended through greed rather than enlightenment.
