Celestial Realm – After the Fall
The throne still stood at the center of the ruined plane, untouched.
Huge. Towering. Wreathed in starlight and silence.
The kind of silence that only came after war.
Vael stood just below it, arms crossed, his cloak billowing slightly in the wind that had no source. He looked at the throne… then back at Adam and Joshua, who stood in the center of the shattered courtyard, ash and stardust beneath their boots.
"So what are we going to do about this place?" Vael asked.
Joshua glanced up at the empty throne, then back at him. "What do you want to do about it?"
Vael didn't answer. But they could see it in his eyes.
The thought. The possibility.
This place was without gods now. The false ones had fallen. The true ones had been exposed, and then… broken.
A world without gods was like a kingdom without a sky. It would crack eventually.
And they knew what Vael was thinking.
He wanted them to take it.
To claim the throne.
To become the new gods.
