Jack stood in Draven's domain, the lush grassland stretching endlessly in all directions under a sky that held no sun but radiated perfect afternoon light.
A gentle breeze moved through the tall grass, carrying the scent of flowers.
He'd been here enough times that the surreal beauty no longer captured his attention.
The impossible perfection of the landscape, the way distance seemed to compress and expand at will.
These were just features of divine reality now, background details to the actual purpose of his visit.
Draven and Death stood thirty feet away near a small rise in the grassland, their conversation pausing as Jack's presence manifested in the domain.
Both gods turned toward him, their divine awareness registering his arrival before his form had fully solidified.
Draven moved forward first, his white robes flowing in the perpetual breeze as he approached with the casual grace that marked divine movement.
