[Your actions are considered a great imbalance to the greater Multiverse! You are to be judged by a being of higher power!]

In an instant, you are wrenched from the fabric of your universe and find yourself suspended outside the Multiverse itself. Before you looms an impossibly vast, golden figure—its form radiant, its presence overwhelming. Three veiled faces, each bearing an aspect of cosmic judgment, tower over the infinitesimal scope of your existence. The being’s size encompasses all of reality, as if it alone anchors the very Multiverse.

"Hapless mortal," booms the entity, its voice a symphony of authority that reverberates through all planes of existence. "Your actions have rippled across creation. For the imbalance you have wrought, your reality must face its reckoning. You stand before the embodiment of balance, arbiter of cosmic order. You stand before...

THE LIVING TRIBUNAL!"

The words resonate like thunder, shattering the silence of the void. Its gaze—piercing and eternal—fixes upon you, burning with the weight of infinite universes. The Multiverse trembles under the might of its proclamation.