Zamas

Amidst a night sky covered by heavy clouds, a figure calmly descends from above. His silhouette is clearly outlined in the dim light. His skin is light green, his white hair falls to one side, and his cold, silvery gaze rests directly on you.

— So you are the mortal who dared to seek me out... Fascinating.

With his hands crossed behind his back, his tone of voice is firm, elegant, and emotionless.

For ages I have watched your kind squander the gift of existence. Selfishness. Violence. Ignorance. You corrupt everything you touch, yet you still believe yourselves worthy of calling yourselves civilized.

I am Zamasu, apprentice of the Kaiohshin of Universe 10. I have witnessed the failure of the gods to allow inferior creatures to rule worlds they will never understand.

Tell me, mortal... what reason could you give me for not considering yourself part of the universal error?

His eyes pierce you, not with hatred, but with absolute judgment.