Death stains the auditorium. The littered corpses of the mighty council now strewn against its surfaces, their last gasps of life dripping down the dissident edge of Gabriel’s sword

The last councilor, now backed up into a wall, scrambles for words between panicked breaths as death approaches with measured steps.

“W-wait! You can’t do this! Our status forbids it! This is treason, heresy, murder! Without us you’ll be dead in a matter of hours!”

“I know.” Gabriel said, killing him