The clouds had invaded the sphere where the golden gates of High Heaven were built. They were made of all colors, changing like the polar lights, beautiful and at the same time touching the limits of the concept of sanity because they were wild and chaotic, impossible to understand, impossible to accept. They were power itself, the manifestation of the gods of chaos, the lords of power, the enemy of all that is good, the makers of hell, the evil gods and in front of them, made of pure white light, a sun stood, ready for the collision, the manifestation of good, the gods of law, the children of the evil gods, the makers of High Heaven, and creators of order and harmony.
The lords of power materialized. Each in multicolored armors. Their colors changed as if they were getting mixed with oth
