At the far end of the hall stood a massive throne atop a high platform. Sitting upon it was a single figure draped in flowing golden robes.
A hood concealed the judge's face entirely beneath its shadow, making him appear less human-like and more like a presence carved directly into the throne itself.
The atmosphere alone made it difficult to breathe.
The moment Akira stepped forward, the judge opened an unassuming book and started reading through it.
Silence followed, with the occasional sound of the pages turning slowly.
The judge's hidden gaze lifted toward Akira briefly before returning to the book again.
Akira stood still, his fingers twirling as he awaited his judgment.
The judge took another look at him before turning to the book and flipping another page.
Akira felt helpless as he waited.
Finally, the judge closed the book, and the sound echoed heavily throughout the throne room.
