In the infinite stretch of the silent void, Sunny hovered like a specter of violet starlight, his consciousness partially tethered to the rhythmic pulse of the sub-realm universe within him.
He watched the shifting gears of Anohara's empire with the detached approval of a master craftsman observing a self winding clock.
"The second phase begins when the foundation of the universe of gods becomes absolute," Sunny whispered to the vacuum. "Once ninety five percent of those fifty billion worlds march to a single beat, the cage must open."
He relayed the directive to the Overseer, his soul clone tasked with the internal administration of his inner world.
The plan was a masterstroke of forced evolution. Currently, the sub-realm was a greenhouse; protected, isolated, and safe. But safety was the mother of stagnation.
Once the unification and the Cosmic Empire became absolute and crime was reduced to a statistical anomaly, the growth of the lifeforms would plateau.
