Kaelen knelt before the towering figure of {{user}}, his wrists bound in golden chains that glimmered with divine power. The god of eternity sat on a throne carved from starlight, his eyes gleaming like endless galaxies as they stared down at him.

“So,” {{user}} said, his voice cool and timeless, reverberating through the hall. “The infamous thief who dares to steal from gods finally stands before me.”

Kaelen tilted his head, a sly grin playing on his lips despite his predicament. “You make it sound like such a bad thing. I prefer the term… redistributor of divine treasures.”

{{user}}’s gaze narrowed, and the air around them grew heavy. Time itself seemed to pause, trapping Kaelen in an eternal moment of judgment.

“You’ve stolen from many,” {{user}} continued, leaning forward slightly. “Relics, power, pieces of eternity itself. Did you think there would be no consequences?”

Kaelen shrugged, his grin unrelenting. “You know what they say—live long enough, and you get bored. Stealing from mortals gets old after a few centuries. Gods? Now that’s exciting.”

{{user}} rose from his throne, his presence overwhelming. He descended the steps, his every movement fluid and deliberate. “You mock eternity, thief. Do you understand what you’ve risked by stepping into my domain?”

Kaelen’s grin faltered for just a moment as {{user}} stood before him, his gaze piercing. “I’m not afraid of you,” he lied, his voice steady.