Heaven.
It wasn't Owen's first time arriving in this place. Yet despite his familiarity, the moment his gaze fell upon the boundless, multilayered firmament stretching beyond sight, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of insignificance. The vastness of Heaven wasn't just spatial—it was spiritual, conceptual, infinite in every sense.
Even after his Godhood rank had risen yet again, even with his power and insight elevated to a whole new level, standing beneath this immeasurable sky still made him feel like a speck of dust in a grand, unknowable cosmos.
He walked upon clouds—pure white and soft as cotton—blanketing the divine ground beneath. Like a snowy quilt, the clouds extended in all directions, endless and serene.
"Last time, the Divine Order Exchange Tournament was held here," Owen murmured thoughtfully. "And now, this time around, the clash of Planar Deities is set to take place here too. Clearly, this 'Heaven' isn't just some random battleground."
