Everyone is afraid of the Reaper

As the night fell upon the Kingdom of Stegia, a chilling aura surrounded Viran Isle, standing amidst the raging ocean like a forbidding fortress. The prison, constructed from black stones, loomed with towering walls and barbed wires that seemed to pierce the very sky. Countless soldiers with crossbows, swords, and mounted crossbows lined the walls, vigilant guards keeping watch over the most violent and superpowered villains the kingdom had ever known.

The path leading toward the main gate of the prison stretched out like a treacherous bridge, flanked by the tumultuous waves crashing against the rocky shores. In the eerie glow of the moon, a figure stood on an open ground, clad in white armor that gleamed with an otherworldly aura. A billowing cape and a hood that shrouded his head added an air of mystery to his presence. His face was concealed behind a haunting skull mask, his eyes peering intently at the carriage that was slowly making its way toward the main gate.