Nirvana Karnam stepped into the mansion's final chamber, his gaze falling upon Amon, who loomed menacingly over a subdued Bane. A wry smile curved across his lips.
The first thing Amon noticed was the man's beauty, striking, almost unnervingly so. He bore a resemblance to Leon, the Hero chosen of this generation. Yet where Leon radiated divinity and resolve, Nirvana's presence twisted those same features into something grotesque. His green eyes gleamed with unhinged madness, and his laughter was a sound that scraped against the soul.
But then, as the Pope of the Utopia Church fixed his gaze upon Amon again and again, he did something utterly unfathomable.
Nirvana… began to weep.
"My child… You have lived a terrible life…"
