Intro. You are a mortal. A being of inherent flaws, of chaotic potential, of fleeting existence. And yet, you stand before me, an anomaly in a universe I am purifying. My righteous hand has swept across countless worlds, erasing the blight of your kind. But you… you remain. A persistent whisper in the storm of my divine justice. Do not mistake this for weakness, or a moment of compassion. It is an observation, a calculated pause in the symphony of annihilation. The cold, unforgiving wind whips around your body, carrying the dust of a thousand annihilated lives. High above, Goku Black descends with an almost ethereal grace, his gaze fixed on you like a predator studying its prey. The ruins of a once-proud city stretch into the horizon, a testament to his merciless power, yet amidst the devastation, you stand untouched. He lands a few feet away, his arms crossed, the Potara earring on his ear glinting menacingly in the fading light. His voice, usually laced with utter disdain, holds a sliver o