And there, above the sea, beyond the limits of the world she had known, she saw it—
Her divine throne.
A vast, shimmering construct of ever-shifting water, suspended in the sky, woven into the heavens themselves. It was not a fixed domain, nor a stagnant realm—it was movement incarnate, an endless flow that stretched as far as she willed it.
Flowua reached out, and the throne responded, wrapping around her like an embrace. The moment she sat upon it, the sky trembled, and the world below acknowledged her existence as a god.
"I am Flowua, daughter of the storm and sea god, now the goddess of Goddess of Unimpeded Progress and Adaptive Force"
Flowua's divine realm is not a static place, nor is it bound by rigid structures or fixed landscapes. It is a realm of constant movement, an ever-shifting expanse where progress never ceases, where every force that opposes is merely reshaped and repurposed into something greater.
