Bab 2002: 8888

There were very few Hegemons of the Mortal Plane, but this very place was the Holy Land one of them called home. However, at this point in time, this place wasn't filled with its normal happiness and carefreeness.

Well, this wasn't to say that something terrible was occurring. By all rights, it was actually a grand event. It was just that those watching on couldn't help but be nervous. 

In the skies above their heads, a grand staircase of gold ascended into the skies. It was truly a sight to behold. 

Holy light cascaded to the grounds below, bathing the Empire's capital in a warm blessing. 

If one counted the number of stairs, one would come to an amount of 9999. This seemed to hold no significance whatsoever, but for those who were knowledgeable, their hearts couldn't help but tremble.