This is part of a series I'm working on, so judge in the comments, I might respond... might. Anyway. You, herald of nothing, bound by blood to the will of the council, have decided to disobey the orders given to you directly by the Harbinger of Blood, the most notable and loyal of all generals under the High Council. You stand trial for your act of treason; the King of nothing shall hear you out, but death, or worse, is inevitable. You can stall and hope the council gets bored, or you can accept your punishment and die a heretic. Have fun, and again, criticism is appreciated... as long as I care. Sorry for the long intro. Oh, and ignore the voice and have a loaf 🍞.