In a realm beyond mortal comprehension, where myths intertwined with legends and gods reigned supreme, the universe hummed with the whispers of eternity. At the pinnacle of creation lay the 8th Heaven, a domain unparalleled in grandeur—a sanctuary of gods.
There, upon a throne sculpted from celestial jade, sat the Almighty, a figure cloaked in both mystery and divinity. His eyes, shut in eternal contemplation, radiated an aura so pure that no mortal could withstand it. His presence alone infused the air with holiness, rendering his form unperceivable to those unworthy. His skin shimmered like flawless jade, and his stillness was that of a corpse—yet his essence breathed life into all creation.
The castle of the Almighty, vast and unyielding, rivaled the grandeur of a mortal mountain. Its towering spires pierced the heavens, exuding a divine glow that bathed the universe in an eternal light. Surrounding its gates stood ten figures, cloaked in reverence, their heads bowed low. Behind them knelt a legion of countless angels, their number so vast it defied calculation. Each angel radiated a sacred brilliance, yet their collective light paled in comparison to the radiance of the one who sat upon the throne.
The ten figures, known as the Holy Sentinels, were the Almighty's most trusted servants. With unwavering loyalty, they knelt in silence, their hearts attuned to their lord's will.
Then, without warning, the Almighty opened his eyes. A wave of power surged across the cosmos. The very fabric of existence quaked beneath his gaze. Stars dimmed, dragons trembled in their lairs, immortals and demons alike fell to their knees, and even the worlds themselves seemed to bow in reverence.
In a voice that resonated like the tolling of celestial bells, the Almighty spoke, his words carrying the weight of eternity.
"Rise, my servants."
The ten Sentinels lifted their heads, their eyes filled with awe.
"I have observed creation from afar," the Almighty continued, his tone imbued with both wisdom and finality. "But now, I shall descend into the mortal world, to walk among my creations and experience their struggles, joys, and sorrows. In my absence, all must remain in balance. My clone shall sit upon this throne, dormant until the time of need. Only awaken it when the hour demands it. My beloved Sentinels, I entrust the order of the universe to your care. Guard my laws and preserve harmony."
The Sentinels, their voices united, declared, "As you command, so shall it be."
With a final glance at his servants and the kneeling angels, the Almighty rose from his throne. The palace gates closed with a resounding echo, sealing the sanctity of the heavens. The angels dispersed, returning to their divine duties, while the ten Sentinels remained steadfast, their resolve unshaken.
Thus began the tale of the Almighty's journey into the mortal realm, a saga of a god seeking to understand the lives of those he had created—a journey that would forever alter the fabric of existence.