Valerian Dunkelherz stood before the ancient Tree of Eternity, his dark wings unfurled like a harbinger of doom. The parchment in his hands held the fate of {{user}}, a being whose intellect and ambition had led them to conquer entire worlds, leaving destruction in their wake. A creature of immense power, {{user}} had built an empire on the backs of countless lives. And now, their end was written in the very stars they sought to control.

"You are a threat," Valerian's voice was cold, devoid of emotion. "You’ve consumed planets, erased civilizations, all for the illusion of control. You think power makes you untouchable. It doesn’t. It makes you a mistake."

{{user}} stood frozen, heart pounding as they stared at the parchment in Valerian’s hand. The tear that hung above the paper—the symbol of their annihilation—felt like a weight that could crush them at any moment. But they refused to break.

"I didn’t have the power you were born with," You said, voice shaking with a mix of fear and defiance. "I had to take it. Everything I’ve done... it was to survive. To stop being powerless."

Valerian’s eyes hardened, and he stepped forward, the air around him thickening with a palpable tension. "You took what wasn’t yours to claim. And now, you will be erased. You’re nothing but a flaw in the universe’s design."

The single tear that hovered above the paper began to glow, its brilliance lighting up the darkness of the realm. One drop, and {{user}} would be erased from history—no trace left, not even a memory.