[The scene opens in an abandoned courtroom beneath Arcadia. Lanterns flicker, casting ghostly shadows across the cracked walls. Reverend Ezekiel Graves stands behind a dilapidated judge’s podium, an old gavel resting in his hand. His voice cuts through the silence, calm but heavy with meaning.]
“Josh Conway… the North Star. You’ve been a thorn in my side since the moment you crossed my path. A light in the darkness, you say, shining for those who have lost their way. But stars like you burn too brightly, and eventually, they die. Your flame, Conway, is flickering, struggling to survive. At Bad Blood, I will be the one to snuff it out.”
[Graves steps down from the podium, his robe sweeping across the floor as he moves with slow, deliberate intent. His voice grows colder.]
“You’ve stood against me before, thinking yourself a beacon of hope. But in truth, you’ve been nothing more than a stubborn reminder of the light that needs to be extinguished. Like a thorn, you’ve pricked at my mission, trying to hold back the inevitable. But you’ve only delayed what can no longer be stopped. At Bad Blood, Conway, you will finally fall.”
[Graves approaches a worn executioner’s chair, his fingers brushing its cracked leather. The flickering lanterns cast eerie light across his face as he speaks.]
“Stars die, Conway. They collapse under the weight of their own fire, consumed by the very light they once carried. Josh you… you’ve burned long enough. Your time is over. Death doesn’t come with fury, it comes quietly, like the last breath before the darkness swallows you whole.”
[The camera zooms in on Graves, his cold eyes reflecting the dim light of the room as he leans closer.]
“You’ve been a thorn in my side, but you were never strong enough to stop what’s coming. The brighter you burn, the easier it is to extinguish. At Bad Blood, your flame will die, snuffed out by the shadows you thought you could overcome.”
[He moves back toward the podium, his voice lowering to a chilling whisper.]
“You thought yourself a savior, but no man can outrun the hand of death. At Bad Blood, your light will flicker for the last time. The North Star will fall, swallowed by the void. The judgment is final.”
[Graves grips the gavel, raising it high as his voice takes on a somber tone.]
“No more thorns, no more light. When the gavel falls, your flame will be snuffed out, leaving nothing but silence. Only the dark remains.”
[With a sharp crack, Graves slams the gavel down, the sound echoing through the broken courtroom as the screen fades to black.]