THE KRYPTONIAN COUNCIL OF ABSOLUTE PRESERVATION
(Commonly called: The Red Council)
They did not call themselves tyrants.
They called themselves custodians of perfection.
THE COUNCIL — NOBLE CASTE
The Council chamber was not built for comfort.
It was a cathedral of judgment.
Black sunstone pillars rose like gravestones, etched with the names of extinct Houses. Crimson light from Rao filtered through stained crystal windows depicting Krypton's
"great purifications."
Every echo lingered too long, as though the chamber itself listened.
They wore living armor, it was ceremonial exo-regalia grown from bonded metals, cloaks trailing like funeral shrouds.
Their voices were slow, measured and ritualized.
HIGH CONSERVATOR VAL-THRAX
Lord of Genetic Continuity
"Perfection is not mercy.
Mercy is rot given permission to breathe."
Cold. Absolute.
The executioner behind laws.
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ARCH-STRATEGOS MOR'KAEL
Master of Expansion Fleets
"Empires are not built by the gentle hand,
but by the fist that does not tremble."
A conqueror-poet. Loved war as art.
GRAND SCIARCH LOR-VENN
Keeper of Forbidden Sciences
"What cannot be controlled must be erased.
What cannot be erased must never be named."
He authored the genocide of Kael's bloodline.
MATRIARCH SENEX ILYRA
Voice of Tradition
"The old blood remembers sins the young pretend to forget.
We are eternal because we kill memory."
She spoke softly. Her words were death warrants.
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DECREE OF THE COUNCIL
(SEALED RECORD)
"The anomaly designated SUN-EATER is a violation of Kryptonian destiny.
Termination is mercy.
Capture is forbidden.
Failure is extinction."
End of the chapter