Night Cherry Tangle's consciousness sank into a sea of gray-white.
He "stood" on a platform built entirely from bones. Beneath his feet lay the anguish and resentment of countless sinners, though none could make a sound.
The dim yellow sky hung in perpetual twilight. There was no sunrise or moonset.
Countless massive chains inscribed with runes of Sin Punishment thrust up from the depths of the ashen earth and pierced the sky.
This was the End Court.
His Divine Kingdom.
Night Cherry Tangle reached out and touched the nearest chain.
Cold. Hard.
A torrent of information surged through his fingertips and into his Divine Soul.
[Sin Lock: Can imprison the souls of all who bear guilt and inflict eternal punishment of Finality according to their crimes.]
He let go and looked toward the throne.
The throne, formed entirely from the concept of Finality, called to its master.
Night Cherry Tangle climbed the platform of judgment step by step and sat upon it.
The instant he took his seat, the entire Divine Kingdom trembled.
Every law, every concept, submitted to him.
He alone reigned here, the supreme judge.
But this realm was too quiet.
Apart from him, there was nothing.
A thought surfaced in his mind: this court needed prisoners, and it needed executioners.
He extended his will and tried to create life in this world.
He drew on the Divine Kingdom's Origin Essence, using the law of Judgment as bone and the concept of Finality as soul.
Below the platform, suits of gray-white armor materialized from thin air.
They had no faces. They held massive axes conjured from Sin Karma Chains, and radiated an order utterly cold and merciless.
[End Executors]
The Divine Kingdom's first creations were born.
But they were only puppets, extensions of its