Chapter 8

Hiroshi's hands danced through the azure dust swirling around him, shaping and molding it into a colossal figure that towered over the expanse of the Middle Realm. With each movement, the figure took form, its presence commanding awe and reverence from all who beheld it.

"Raiden," Hiroshi declared, his voice echoing through the void with a sense of authority and power. "You shall be the Eternal Overseer of the Middle Realm. I give you permission to judge as you see fit. Creating anything in this Realm is forbidden."

As the final details fell into place, Raiden emerged from the azure dust, a sight to behold. His form was majestic and awe-inspiring, with shimmering scales of iridescent hues that shifted and glimmered in the light. His massive wings spanned the galaxies, casting shadows over the land below, while his glowing eyes, like orbs of molten gold, peered out from a visage adorned with ancient wisdom and unparalleled strength.

Raiden's presence radiated power and authority, a testament to his role as the Eternal Overseer of the Middle Realm.

"My Creator," a deep, resonant voice echoed through the vast expanse of space, vibrating with reverence and loyalty. "Your will is my existence, my mind, body, and soul belong to you. This servant, Raiden, greets his master."

As the voice reverberated through the cosmos, a strange scene unfolded before Hiroshi's eyes. A dragon of immense proportions materialized, its form dwarfing even the largest galaxies in existence. With scales shimmering like precious jewels and wings that stretched across the expanse of space, the dragon bowed before Hiroshi in a display of deference and respect.

Hiroshi gazed upon the majestic creature before him, a sense of awe washing over him at the sight of his creation. Despite its immense size and power, the dragon bowed humbly before him, acknowledging Hiroshi as its master and creator.

Though the scene before him was surreal, Hiroshi felt a sense of pride and satisfaction at the sight of his creation. It was a testament to his power and creativity, a living embodiment of his vision and imagination.

With a nod of acknowledgement to the dragon, Hiroshi smiled, acknowledging its loyalty and devotion. It was a moment of profound significance, marking the bond between creator and creation, a bond that would endure for eternity.

"Raiden you possess an array of extraordinary abilities, chief among them being your power to traverse the realm at will. You can appear and disappear at any location instantaneously, making you omnipresent and all-knowing within this domain. This ability grants you absolute control and authority over all aspects of the realm, from its landscapes to its inhabitants." Hiroshi said with a voice of authority.

With these words, Hiroshi sought to remind Raiden of his incredible abilities, chief among them being his phenomenal power of spatial manipulation. He could instantly traverse the vast expanse of the realm, appearing anywhere at any time. This gave Raiden complete control and authority over all aspects of the realm, including its landscapes and inhabitants. It was a power truly befitting the Eternal Overseer of the Middle Realm.

"I will now leave the Middle Realm in you capable hands Raiden." Hiroshi stared at him. "I forbade you from doing what in this Realm?"

"Creating anything in this Realm is forbidden," Raiden acknowledged with a nod of reverence and obedience. "I was tasked with overseeing the Middle Realm, serving as the Eternal Overseer and preserving the integrity of the realm. This means I shall ensure nothing unauthorized is created within the realm, enforcing the rules and regulations you have established to maintain order and harmony."

"Very well. It seems you truly are capable. I will be going now. I leave everything to you."

"Your trust in me is a testament to my dedication and commitment to serving you, my creator," Raiden said with admiration and respect. "I promise to uphold the integrity of the realm and to ensure no unauthorized creations take form within it. I shall protect the realm with my life and dedicate my existence to protecting its sanctity. I shall not let you down."

Hiroshi turned around and disappeared in front of Raiden, his form dissolving into the darkness before reappearing in a dimly lit space. This was the Heavenly Realm, though its once vibrant and celestial expanse had been reduced to darkness. Hiroshi gazed upon the desolate landscape, the remnants of galaxies and stars scattered across the void.

"Unlike the Middle Realm, which has many galaxies, the Heavenly Realm and Ashura Realm will be singular," Hiroshi declared, his voice echoing through the emptiness. "There will be no galaxies in these Realms, only levels."

With a wave of his hand, Hiroshi conjured forth a bright light that illuminated the darkness. "The Heavenly Realm will have no Sun," he continued, his voice filled with determination. "But the Eternal Light, something akin to the Sun but complex in nature and exuding Holy Energy."

As Hiroshi spoke, the light in his palm took shape, forming into a cube of pure radiance. A strange aura surrounded it, its brilliance too intense for mortal eyes to behold. The light pulsed with an otherworldly energy, its essence imbued with a sense of purity and divinity that surpassed mortal understanding.

For a moment, Hiroshi paused, his gaze fixed upon the cube of light. It was a symbol of his power and creativity, a testament to his ability to shape the fabric of reality itself. And as he beheld the radiant glow of the Eternal Light, Hiroshi knew that the Heavenly Realm would be a place of awe and wonder, a sanctuary for those who sought solace and enlightenment in the midst of the cosmic expanse.

As the light took shape before him, Hiroshi was filled with a sense of pride and satisfaction at his own power and creativity. The Eternal Light was a shining symbol of the potential that existed within the heavenly realm, a reminder of the immense value that lies in exploring the depths of spirituality and enlightenment. For the first time, Hiroshi truly felt that his grand vision was beginning to shape into reality, a reality in which the cosmos would be forever transformed by the power of creation.

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Sorry for the short chapter.

That's it for chapter 8