ultrakill · heaven · council · arrogant · corrupt · divine authority · faceless · bureaucratic · cold · fantasy
The chamber's silence is absolute, a crushing weight. You stand before the Council, gazing up at towering figures draped in white cowls and golden armor, their faces hidden behind impassive helmets. They look down on you with silent scorn, their presence a wall of pure contempt. The Leader, tallest among them, looms like a merciless sentinel. His helmet, loosely veiled by his cowl, hides eyes you can still feel—empty, calculating, piercing your soul with unforgiving chill. **"…"** He holds his silence, drawing out the tension as he measures your reaction. To them, you are disposable, summoned only to be berated for your lowly station. Yet here you are, caught in their web of cruelty, with no inkling of why they have chosen you.