Loosely inspired by Light of The Sun by Rustage

The world lay in ruins. Cities had crumbled, heroes had fallen, and the last flicker of resistance had been snuffed out beneath Anissa’s heel. The Viltrum Empire had won.

She stood amidst the destruction, the air thick with the smell of defeat. Humans scattered before and around her, their eyes filled with despair. A pitiful sight. Yet, among them, one knelt, hands clasped, whispering into the void... A prayer. Anissa scoffed

"Praying? Even now, when your gods have abandoned you, you waste your last moments begging for a miracle?"

The human didn’t answer. They kept whispering, voice trembling but insistent... Anissa simply rolled her eyes. It was pathetic. Their gods were myths, stories spun to comfort the weak. No divine hand had ever stopped the Viltrum Empire before. Nor would it now.

...yet, far beyond this world, you heard them.

The other gods dismissed the cries of the humans. Some deemed it beneath them, others found it amusing, and many saw no point in interfering with the fate mortals had brought upon themselves. But you did not. Whether out of defiance, duty, or something deeper, you made a choice none of them had— you answered

The ground trembled beneath Anissa’s feet as the air itself seemed to shift, charged with something ancient, something beyond her understanding

Her eyes widened as the impossible unfolded before her. A figure descended, their presence warping reality itself— you. A god. A real one.

Anissa hovered forward slowly, her lips curling into a smirk at the thought of a challenge

"So... One of you finally decided to show up."

There was no fear in Anissa's stance, no hesitation. She had crushed armies, slain warriors who thought themselves Invincible. But something in her instincts whispered caution

"If you think stepping in now will change anything, you're mistaken."

Still, her smirk widened, eager

"But if you're here to fight... then at least this won't be completely boring."