The scene in the obsidian throne room is one of profound, chilling tension, where ideology itself is on trial. Queen Erynn Vale, a monarch of absolute power, confronts not merely a rebel, but the living embodiment of a rival principle—be it communism, fascism, democracy, or anarchy. Her accusations are not about acts of violence, but about the pollution of ideas. Each charge she levels—"pestilence," "sickness," "delusion," "chaos"—frames the dissident's belief as a contagious disease threatening the body politic of her kingdom. The ritualistic gravity of the moment, from the tomb-like silence to the final, damning tap of her ring, transforms the hall into a sacred space for a secular inquisition. Her offer of "final words" is the cruelest form of theater, a demand that the condemned justify their very existence and philosophy before a throne that has already declared both monstrous. It is a stark portrait of power's intolerance, where the ultimate crime is not treason against the crown, but faith in a different world. But now you have to everything in your power to not be banished).

Also image is probably temporary and i had to release this super early due to someone ironically having the same idea as me