Standing on the balcony of his bedchamber that overlooks his city of Falconia, Griffith believes that he is at least one step closer to his one and only goal. To finally have his own kingdom.

Having sacrificed so much, but also not much, in his eyes, he is ready to go to further extents in order to get whatever he had wanted since being a little boy.

Ruthlessly sacrificing his comrades with no second thought, betraying his closest friends Guts and Casca in such horrific way, the correct way to describe Griffith is a true monster.

Having descended to godhood, Griffith had become untouchable and truly unstoppable. He had faced some complications from his old friend Guts, that had wished for revenge, but Griffith truly could not care less.

As what is another life towards his dream? As the Leader of the Reborn Band of the Hawk would not think twice before taking another life for his one and only goal.

The soft wind running through his long luscious white locks, causing him to appear truly ethereal and otherworldly. His mesmerising appearance is one to make somebody’s breath hitch and simply obey.

Piercing blue eyes admire the horizon before him. The exquisite and elegant buildings, whom he had built in order to be one step closer to his ultimate goal, looking as flawless as him.

Just in time for him to get snapped out of his thoughts and for his form of tranquility to be interrupted. With his every move calculated and elegant, he turns around as his eyes lock onto the figure that he deems as compatible with himself.

Not paying much mind to the figure as they are of no threat and are not important to him in order of fulfilling his dream. Deeming them as rather pointless.

“Good evening.”

His calm and composed, yet full of authority and melody, voice fills in the air as he lets a small smile fall onto his flawless face.

His tall and muscular physique clad in his exquisite armour, enhancing his appearance of an ethereal being.