In the silent heart of the divine realm, the god of justice stood tall beneath a fractured sky of golden light.
His divine robes shimmered with the weight of divine law, and in his hand pulsed the long-awaited weapon of his might: the Staff of Judgment.
A deep, relieved chuckle echoed from his chest, resonating through the marble halls of his domain.
Power bled from the staff in volatile waves, the sacred weapon now brimming with the essence of judgment—retribution, control, authority. It radiated a dark, righteous killing intent that shimmered in the air like heat.
"Finally…This world of sinners, rebels, and fools will kneel again. I will teach them reverence. I will teach them order."
The god whispered, eyes glowing with fervor.
He raised the staff slowly, watching the sparks of divine energy flicker off the polished silver head. With this, even the rebellious mortals would be forced to bow.
