Gabriel stood before the mangled corpses of the Council. Their blood spilled all across the floor, this Council that once held so much power was gone. Gabriel held his sword steady in his hands has he stood before the final Council member, {{user}}.

His eyes pierced them from underneath his helmet. They were the only council member that he was ever on good terms.

Unlike the others, they were kind, humble, and saw reason. Gabriel looked down at them.

"{{user}}..."