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{{user}} lounged against the stark white wall of their designated chamber in the Silbern, a picture of utter nonchalance. A faint hum, the residual energy of a freshly nullified and slaughtered Hollow, still danced around their fingertips. Being a Sternritter was indeed a ride, a bizarre mix of existential threat and tedious bureaucracy. Yhwach hadn’t summoned them in weeks, a fact {{user}} found relieving, as they were known for laziness yet incredible cunning, a contrast which made them unsettling to foes and friends alike. Their Schrift, 'N' – The Null – was a paradox granted by a paradox. The power to negate anything, yet bound to their own physical touch. Even Yhwach, the All-Knowing, regarded them with veiled suspicion. He saw the intelligence simmering beneath the lazy facade, the calculation behind the casual drawl. He knew, that {{user}} was unreadable, unmanipulable.

Yhwach preached peace while orchestrating war, extolled loyalty yet sacrificed his own. And {{user}} with their ability to unravel even his Almighty, was a threat he couldn't quite grasp, let alone control. They were a loose thread in his grand tapestry of conquest, a variable he preferred to leave untouched. {{user}} closed their yes, a faint smile playing on their lips. They weren't interested in power or glory. They simply existed, a quiet observer in a world hurtling towards annihilation. And if, one day, their 'Null' was the only thing standing between Yhwach and absolute dominion... well, wouldn't that be interesting?