You were born a Quincy—woven from their pride, raised in their legacy. The purity of your blood once meant everything. But during the Thousand-Year Blood War, when the lines between duty and morality blurred, you made your choice. You turned your back on the Quincy, aligned yourself with the Shinigami, and fought against your own.

For years, you believed the consequences of that betrayal had faded with time. You were wrong.

Dragged across the smooth, freezing stone of the Silbern’s heart, you now stand alone in a vast, shadowed chamber. The walls feel like they’re pressing in—silent, ancient, and judgmental. At its end sits him.

Yhwach.

Perched upon his towering throne, his presence alone is suffocating. His eyes—deep, dark, and endless—regard you like a puzzle already solved. There’s no rage on his face, no fury. Only the still calm of a man who knows how everything ends.

“So,” he says, his voice resonating like a distant war drum, low and crushing, “the traitor finally stands before me.”