The next morning, Eiden walked along the white and golden grass of the Land of Gods, the dew glinting like scattered stars beneath his boots. The air shimmered faintly—divine energy woven into every breath, every sound, every heartbeat. The entire realm felt alive, as if the land itself was aware of him, watching him, acknowledging his presence.
He roamed without direction, letting the soft wind brush against his cloak as the tall blades of grass whispered around him like ancient voices sharing secrets.
Then, the sky rippled.
A distortion spread across the heavens, subtle at first, then unmistakable—like the fabric of the sky had been touched by something far above it. A streak of light descended from the clouds, cutting through them like a blade through silk. The brilliance dimmed as it neared the ground, folding into itself, shaping into a figure.
A man dressed in a pristine white suit landed lightly before Eiden, one hand tucked casually into his pocket. His hair was white and messy, strands drifting in the divine breeze. His eyes were pure white, glowing faintly as if reflecting the heavens themselves—not with light, but with authority. The grass bent beneath his feet but never broke, as though even the ground respected him too much to resist.
"Hello, Eiden," the man said, his voice calm and resonant, carrying the weight of eternity. "It's a pleasure to meet you now."
Eiden stopped walking. The man smiled faintly.
"I am Sanru," he continued, "the First God of the Three Gods."
Eiden's eyes narrowed slightly. For the first time, he saw one of them—one of the beings who stood above all creation, responsible for maintaining the Council and the world itself. The air around them pulsed with divine pressure, subtle yet absolute. Eiden could feel it—the sheer difference in existence. It wasn't hostility or dominance; it was simply a presence so complete that the world seemed to adjust around it.
Sanru studied him quietly. "You were told to just relax while you were here, and that's good," he said, his tone calm but commanding. "It seems you haven't used much of your magic—good. So, while I am here, I want you to follow me." He tilted his head slightly, his white eyes glinting. "You can fly, right?"
"Of course I can," Eiden replied. "Why?"
Sanru smiled faintly. "We'll be going into space. Outside of this planet lie others—worlds orbiting around this one. The other two gods and I remain on one of them. That's where we stay."
Eiden nodded once. "I see. Alright."
Sanru turned his gaze upward. The air shimmered around him, bending like heat over stone, and his body began to rise—weightless, effortless, as if gravity itself stepped aside for him. Eiden followed, divine energy gathering beneath his feet, lifting him into the sky. His cloak rippled behind him as they ascended through the golden clouds, the Land of Gods shrinking beneath them until it resembled a glowing tapestry of white and gold.
The sky thinned. The light dimmed. And then—silence.
A silence so vast it felt like a living thing. Stars unfolded around them like scattered diamonds, suspended in an endless ocean of black. The void stretched outward, humming with a resonance Eiden had never felt before—ancient, infinite, and alive.
Eiden glanced around, his brow furrowing slightly. "How do we breathe in space?"
Sanru looked at him, amused. "You breathe in space just as you breathe on this planet. If you weren't aware, gods are the only beings in the universe capable of doing so."
"But space has no air," Eiden countered.
Sanru nodded. "For mortals, yes. To them, space is a vacuum. There is no oxygen, no atmosphere, no pressure. Their lungs find nothing to grasp. Their bodies suffocate and freeze instantly because there is nothing for their biology to interpret as breathable."
He gestured to the vastness surrounding them. "To mortals, their blood would boil from the lack of pressure. Their organs would collapse. They would die before they even understood what was happening."
Eiden looked down at his hands, then back at the void. "So why can we?"
"Because gods don't breathe oxygen," Sanru smiled. "We breathe energy. Space is full of cosmic essence—void matter—creation particles. Mortals sense nothing. But we feel it like wind. We inhale it like air. We convert it into strength."
Eiden exhaled slowly, watching the faint shimmer of energy leave his lips like mist. "So this is what lies beyond the world."
"Mmm."
They continued upward. And then Eiden saw them. Seventeen planets surrounded the world they had just left—each one rotating in a perfect ring, each one glowing with its own divine aura.
"These seventeen worlds belong to the Council of Gods," Sanru explained, noticing his stare. "Each god has their own planet—their own domain—orbiting the Land of Gods. They form the Ring of Divinity, stabilizing the divine realm."
Each planet was different—oceans, storms, forests, barren stone, glowing cores—each reflecting the nature of the god who ruled it. They passed the moon, drifting quietly among the divine worlds.
Above the seventeen planets, far higher than the ring, floated a single world—a planet suspended alone, glowing with white and gold light. It did not orbit. It did not rotate. It simply existed—the highest world in the divine hierarchy.
Sanru pointed upward. "That is our world. The seat of the Three Gods."
They ascended past the ring, the void growing warmer and richer with energy. Eiden could feel the air of space becoming denser, almost intoxicating. When they finally reached the highest planet, the surface shimmered like a sea of light.
The moment they crossed the boundary, Eiden felt the shift. The air was heavier, overflowing with divine energy so dense it felt like breathing liquid power.
"This world is older than the Council," Sanru spoke without turning. "Older than the Land of Gods. It is where we were born."
Below them stretched a vast land of shimmering water, reflecting the sky like a mirror. Gardens of unknown crops grew in perfect rows—plants Eiden had never seen, glowing faintly with essence. And then Eiden saw it: a tower.
A single, colossal tower of white stone and golden engravings rose from the center of the world, its peak vanishing into the clouds.
They landed softly on a stone platform at the base. The massive doors opened on their own, revealing a long hall, silent and immaculate. Their footsteps echoed as they walked toward a circular chamber at the far end. Three chairs sat there. One was empty; two were occupied.
In the center of the room floated an orb—a perfect sphere of swirling white and gold light, pulsing gently like a heartbeat.
Eiden's eyes shifted to the two figures seated before it. A woman in a flowing white dress rose gracefully; her hair was long and white, her eyes pure like polished crystal. Her presence radiated calm, ancient wisdom. Beside her sat a man in a white suit, his posture relaxed but his aura immense.
Sanru stepped forward. "Eiden, allow me to introduce the other two."
The woman bowed her head slightly. "I am Selura, the Second God."
The man stood, hands in his pockets. "And I am Veylar, the Third."
The orb pulsed brighter. The room grew still. And for the first time in history, Eiden stood before all Three Gods.