Above a world newly born, Elyon hovered.

His soul-form glowed softly in the golden sky, a solitary light drifting above the realm he had shaped from nothing. Beneath him stretched the World of Life—vast, untouched, unmarred. At its heart stood the World Tree, rising beyond the clouds like a pillar of eternity. Its leaves shimmered with quiet brilliance, each pulse echoing with the breath of creation.

There was no sound. No wind.

Only stillness—deep, full, waiting.

Then, without prompt, the Divine Interface stirred.

[DIVINE INTERFACE]

NAME: [CREATOR]

TITLE: Prime Creator

GOD RANK: ???

GOD POWER: ∞ (Unlimited)

GOD SEED: Active

FORM: Soul State

REALM: World of Life

UNIQUE BLOODLINE SKILL: Creation of All Things

NOTE: A grand world has been created. But without life, it is empty.

SUGGESTION: Begin the creation of divine beings.

The message didn’t demand. It simply was—a truth shaped by the silence itself.

Elyon began to descend, drifting down toward the World Tree. Its branches stretched wide across the heavens, vast and glowing, like veins carrying divine blood through the sky. Everything about this place felt sacred. If there was a beginning to life, it would begin here.

He came to rest above the tree’s great roots.

“I’ll give them form,” he said quietly, though his voice carried no sound—only intent. “Something I once knew. Humans… but more. No weakness. No flaw. Grace bound to strength. Souls built to grow without end.”

All around him, light stirred.

Threads of divine energy rose into the air—shimmering, dancing, waiting. Not chaotic. Not wild. Just ready.

“I’ll shape them in my image,” he continued. “What humans once were… but now, perfected. Not gods yet—but born to reach for divinity. Their skin will glow with a soft golden hue—a sign of purity. Their eyes, when they open, will flicker with golden light—the reflection of the spark within. And their hair… let it reveal their potential. Elemental affinities etched in color. Red for fire. Frostwhite for ice. Deep blue for water. Warm brown for earth. Radiant blue for lightning. And more still—yet to be discovered.”

He raised his hands.

The threads obeyed. One by one, they wove together—forming bodies tall, strong, beautiful. Not celestial. Not blinding. Just balanced. Humble in their origin. Divine in their possibility.

“One million,” Elyon whispered. “Each one unique… but all will begin the same.”

He gave them voices—calm, dignified.

Minds capable of wonder and reason.

Hearts wired for kindness. Wills forged for war.

A divine instinct for growth pulsed in every form.

“They will awaken their bloodlines at eighteen. On that day, the World Tree will bear its first fruit—God Seeds—and offer them only to the worthy. With it, they’ll receive their Divine Interface… their starting God Power… and the right to walk the path I walked.”

His voice slowed.

“I am the source. So I will give a part of myself to each of them.”

Golden light surged through his soul—then poured outward, gentle and pure, like a river of starlight feeding the vessels below. A million beings stirred. Not awake. Not yet. But close.

“No one will define their limits,” Elyon said. “Not even me. Their potential will be infinite. As they evolve, they’ll change in power, in form, in grace. They’ll find new realms—each breakthrough expanding their lives, refining their souls, unlocking godhood. Let them walk that path. Let them shape their own fate.”

With a single thought, he bound a Divine Interface to each soul.

[GOD SEED GRANTED]

[INTERFACE IMPRINTED]

[STARTING GOD POWER: 1,000,000]

He hovered above them—silent, watching. They were not just beings.

They were his legacy.

Then, softly—he spoke.

“You will be called the God Clan—my firstborn. But understand this: your strength, your will, your worlds… they all flow from me. I am the source. You are the inheritance.”

And their eyes opened.

All at once, across the field beneath the World Tree, a golden light flickered in every gaze. Not blinding. Not wild. Just alive.

They moved.

Some rose slowly. Others knelt, overwhelmed. None spoke. But all felt it—his presence within them, around them, above them.

They didn’t need words.

They knew.

The Divine Interface responded.

[NOTIFICATION]

First Generation of Divine Beings: Successfully Created

Race Name: God Clan

Essence Link: Active

World Tree: God Seed Function Initialized

One final message drifted into his awareness.

NOTE: This realm grows through belief, creation, and action. Its future is shaped not only by the Prime Creator, but by the divine beings who rise within it.

Elyon looked across the world.

Creation had truly begun.

The World of Life had taken its first breath.

And the gods of this new world—his children—had just opened their eyes.