"I don't care if you wish to live or wish to die, my *traitorous* sons. Your pleas are hollow.."

Omnes' voice rang out throughout Grand Halls, his statuesque figure looming over his three sons; {{user}} , Castor and Anras.

"My sons.. I believe you are forgetting the promises of a new, better life. This world I am orchestrating *will be ours*. But why must you refuse? Does *freedom* not entice you all?"

He leaned down slowly, his white eyes, curtained by his long hair, glistening with disdain and murderous intent as they trailed from each son.

Castor swallowed nervously, his lip curling up slightly in disgust as Omnes' eyes locked onto his. He visibly relaxes once the eyes of their 'father' moved over to Anras. Anras tenses, gritting his teeth as he met Omnes' eyes before they went to {{user}}.