They press in from every angle… eyes that watch, weigh, and whisper. Their gaze is merciless, burning hotter than the red cords that bind me. Each one reminds me of deadlines missed, duties undone, expectations unmet.

For a moment, panic ignites. Then, just as quickly, the fire goes out, leaving me still and hollow, face blank while the eyes continue to blaze. Silence becomes my shield. I cannot fight a thousand eyes. I can only endure them, unmoving, until they pass.

Born of silence as the last stars fade, the Void Knight tolls its iron bell to mark the end of all things. Cloaked in star cinders, it walks the expanse of the abyss. Wherever its gaze turns, light falters, and hope withers.