The world above the clouds.
The realm mortals could never reach, no matter how fervently they prayed.
Heaven.
An endless expanse of silver rivers, floating continents, and eternal light stretched beyond the skies. Celestial winds drifted through golden palaces that had never known decay. Countless stars revolved around a throne forged from the laws of creation itself, radiating authority over all living things.
And upon that throne sat the ruler of the world.
Hyades.
For ages untold, she had remained there alone.
Silent. Unchallenged. Absolute.
Her emerald eyes gazed down upon the mortal world with detached indifference as civilisations rose and crumbled beneath her feet.
Kingdoms worshipped her. Races feared her. Entire species vanished at her whim.
Yet through it all, Hyades never changed.
She ruled Heaven with flawless precision, clutching tightly onto the Mandate of Heaven—the source of supreme authority over the dimension.
She never loosened her grip.
