The Sovereign Summit was incredibly quiet and heavy.
It was a place of absolute suffocating silence. But Sylvia Thorne shattered it like a hammer smashing through glass.
"He is your executioner," she declared boldly.
Her pristine silver uniform glowed brightly. Millions of razor sharp ice needles orbited her body as ambient moisture flash froze instantly.
The Sovereign of Karma floated forward.
Her form was an ever shifting mosaic of glowing threads. These threads represented the destinies of a trillion souls. She was a beautiful but horrifying entity.
Her eyes reflected countless lifetimes of suffering and triumph. She looked down at Sylvia with the kind of disdain a human might reserve for a rebellious cockroach.
"You were a useful vessel once, little cauldron," the Karma Sovereign hissed.
