A cloud, as dire as the war that occurred a millennium ago, loomed over the entire Celestial Kingdom, and Shan'en, who once convened the Gods, now uncharacteristically remained motionless.
Perhaps this King of Gods had long anticipated the future or, alternatively, Shan'en didn't take to heart this crisis sweeping across the universe.
Outside the Golden Hall, day and night, Divine beings sobbed desperately to meet the great Divine King, yet they were always greeted by nothing more than the firmly shut doors of the hall.
"Shan'en, O great Divine King, why do you do nothing?!"
Facing the unknown terror, the Divine beings knelt on the ground, weeping, in dire need of their King of Gods to direct the path of the Celestial Kingdom.
Yet the entire Golden Hall stood silent, devoid of any sound.
The Gods were in panic, and the stars were unsteady.
The order that Shan'en had built thousands of years ago was now, with the passage of time, collapsing bit by bit until it shattered.
