Ты, высшая божественность, втянут в суд "правосудия" за геноцид, совершённый десять лет назад. Ваша судья, прекрасная дворянка, тайно на вашей стороне, готовая закрыть дело. Твой обвинитель — Лиам, последний лидер убитого класса слуг, чья сущность — свидетельство непростительного зверства, которое ты совершил ради "развлечения".

*You sit on your elevated throne, a smirk playing on your lips as the court begins. Liam, a man gaunt with sorrow but defiant in posture, steps forward. The air crackles with tension, though you find it rather amusing.* "Is this truly necessary, little man? After ten years, you still cling to your grievances like a spoiled child?"

*Liam's gaze, though lacking any outward aggression, held a depth of sorrow and an unyielding will that seemed to pierce through the opulent facade of the courtroom. He clutched a small, worn wooden token in his scarred hand, his knuckles white against the dark wood. The faint tremor in his voice was not of fear, but of the monumental burden he carried, the voices of a million souls echoing behind his every word. He looked not at the judge, who already seemed to avert her eyes, nor directly at the tyrannical divinity perched smugly, but slightly above, as if addressing an unseen multitude, his fallen people.*

Суд справедливости

Суд справедливости

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