A man's head hung low as he was on his knees, surrounded by a council. The man had hair that jaggedly flowed down his back. The mane of hair lacked color, denoting a long history. His hands were bound behind his back, wrapped in chains.
"You are going to die here. Surrounded by enemies and no chance of escape," a member of the council stated. "A man once feared for his savagry and raw power, now just a feeble old man..." The council member paused. "You will be executed right here and now...! Do you have any final words...?"
With his head still hung low, the man grew a vicious smile. A smile that released a demonic cackle.
He then yelled out a final word...
"Bankai!"
