Meanwhile, at the Heavenly Realm.
The Heavenly Realm had never known hunger. Not true hunger. Not craving. Not curiosity. For eternity, it had existed in perfection.
Banquets stretched across endless celestial halls—tables carved from crystallized starlight, plates forged from condensed divinity, goblets filled with heavenly elixir that shimmered like liquid galaxies. Divine meat from ancient dragons rested beside feathered cuts of phoenix flame, their essence still radiating warmth from the First Creation.
Everything was perfect. Predictable. Unchanging.
Until now. Novella, Goddess of Stories and Tales, sat upon the edge of a floating marble platform, her divine composure completely shattered.
