The sky was tinged with dark gold, as if time had stopped between sunset and eternal night. In the center of a hall formed by floating pillars and platforms that defied the logic of gravity, deities from different pantheons watched each other with caution... and curiosity.
That was when a golden cloud whizzed through the air and stopped with a muffled crack in the center of the main platform.
"Well, well... what kind of interesting gathering is this?" asked the newcomer, with a broad smile on his face.
It was Sun Wukong, the Monkey King. He wore a red robe torn at the shoulders, adorned with golden pieces, and lazily twirled his Ruyi Jingu Bang staff between his fingers as if it were just a toy.
"I hope you didn't call me for another heavenly tournament. I'm already bored of humiliating dragons and generals." He yawned exaggeratedly.
"You weren't invited, Wukong," came the cold and sharp reply.
