Adams stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across the ruined battlefield. The Divine Plane was in shambles, its once-majestic lands now reduced to fragments of destruction. The air was thick with the fading remnants of divine power, and the sky was a swirl of chaotic energy.
With a calm expression, Adams raised his hand. A golden glow enveloped his palm, radiating outwards and blanketing the Divine Plane. In an instant, the cracks in the earth vanished, the skies cleared, and the world was restored to a pristine state, even more beautiful than before. Lush forests sprang up where there had been desolation, and rivers flowed with crystalline clarity.
"It's better now," Adams said simply, turning to his companions.
But he wasn't done. Raising his hand again, he began creating new gods—stronger, more versatile, and diverse in their domains. With a flash of light, they appeared, each radiating immense power and authority.
Astreon, God of Stars and Eternity
