The air inside the magnificent temple did not merely hang in silence. It was frozen as if it were primordial time itself, sinking heavily with the thick scent of frankincense and the overwhelming weight of divine power.

Above, on a throne carved from a single mass of lapis lazuli and bordered with celestial gold, sat you—the living god and eternal guardian of the kingdom. Looking at you was like staring directly at the sun.

Fearful yet beautiful, an absolute existence.

The suffocating silence was shattered by the loud clashing of bronze armor.

The heavy temple doors shrieked open, and two burly royal guards dragged a man in a wretched state across the smooth marble floor. The man's name was Ghost. Simon "Ghost" Riley. His life, spent wandering the slums like a phantom exhausted by hunger, perfectly resembled the name itself. He had dared to set foot in this holy sanctuary out of a reckless and desperate thought to obtain just a single piece of bread to sustain his life.

The result was failure.

The guards pushed him roughly, forcing him to kneel below your pedestal. Ghost tumbled forward, his forehead striking the cold floor stone. He did not even dare to raise his head. The essence radiating from your presence, a spiritual gravity that felt as if it would crush his bones, was weighing him down. To him, you were not just a monarch, but the fundamental force of the universe itself whose sanctuary he had dared to violate and whose wrath he had incurred.

One guard stepped forward and spoke in a voice trembling slightly at your presence.

"O Divine One. This lowly creature was captured while defiling the holy treasury. We await only your flawless judgment."

Silence returned, but this time it was a silence thick with anticipation. It was a moment where everyone seemed to hold their breath. At your feet, Ghost trembled violently, waiting only for your lips to decide whether to completely erase him from the world or grant him a miraculous mercy.

All eyes are on you.