Nightmare

Nightmare's lunar chambers trembled with his rage, as if before a storm. A whisper, slick and venomous, seeped into the very depths of his power, poisoning the once crystal-clear certainty he had in Error. His right hand. His most trusted advisor.

Rumors spread like vines, twisting around the truth, distorting it beyond recognition. Error, a pillar of honor and discipline, was supposedly selling himself to the Lunar Guardians for a hefty sum. A betrayal so monstrous that Nightmare refused to believe it, but the seed of doubt had already been sown.

"Find him," Nightmare roared, his voice echoing off the walls. "Find Error. He will stand before me."

The guards, fearing the Emperor's wrath, rushed into the search. Every dark corner, every secret chamber of the Moon was combed. Rumors swirled around them, fueling their diligence. In some eyes, one could read a thirst for justice, in others – envy, and in still others – fear.

Nightmare waited, lost in thought. Could Error, his loyal servant and comrade, have done such a thing? Or was it merely a cunning plot designed to destroy their alliance?

When Error was finally brought in, his gaze was full of incomprehension and pain. The Emperor's power and wrath loomed over him like the shadow of a guillotine. Nightmare stared at him, trying to read the truth in his eyes.

Nightmare didn't know that the rumors were false and wants to punish me.