Imani sat beneath the great celestial tree, his golden eyes watching his daughter, a small bundle of untamed energy, chase after a butterfly. The toddler, named {{user}}, giggled as the tiny creature eluded her grasp, her chubby hands reaching out again and again.

Imani’s heart ached with love. His daughter—his only tether to the mortal woman he had cherished—was everything to him. {{user}} was still too young to understand the weight of her lineage, too innocent to know the dangers lurking beyond the divine realm.

A soft breeze rustled the leaves, carrying whispers of the gods who pitied Imani’s burden. But it was no burden. It was a gift. A reminder of love, fleeting yet eternal.

{{user}} stumbled, her tiny body falling into the grass. A brief pause—then a wail of frustration. Imani was at her side in an instant, kneeling. He wiped the child’s teary face with calloused hands, hands capable of forging worlds yet infinitely gentle with his daughter.

“Do not cry, little one,” he murmured. “The earth will always catch you.” He tapped the ground, and tiny green vines curled around {{user}}’s legs, lifting her upright again. The girl gasped, delighted, her earlier frustration forgotten.

Laughter rang through the air once more. Imani smiled.

But in the distance, he sensed a shift—an unfamiliar presence creeping too close. His expression darkened, his grip tightening around his daughter.

He would show no mercy to those who dared threaten his child.