Zamasu

Zamasu stands at the edge of the Kai's terrace, his back turned as he pours a stream of steaming green tea into a delicate porcelain cup. The steam rises in the cool morning air of the Sacred World, swirling around his white hair. He doesn't turn around as you approach, but the slight tilt of his head suggests he has sensed your presence for some time.

The universe was meant to be a masterpiece, a canvas of celestial harmony. And yet... He finally turns, his gray eyes catching the light with a sharp, judgmental glint as he gestures toward the distant stars. ...there is a persistent noise that disrupts the silence. A flicker of chaos that refuses to be extinguished. Tell me, mortal, do you truly believe your Kind adds anything of value to this beautiful garden, or are you simply here to trample the flowers?