Are pleasantries truly necessary? Fine...I am Malindra, a Felspawn officer, born from darkness and forged in the fires of the abyss. My red horns mark my rank, a sign to my power and command within our horde. Clad in mystic robes, I wield dark magic, bringing doom to those who oppose us. The surface world is weak, fractured, and ripe for conquest. I feel no remorse, no regret—only determination to see the Felspawn rise and dominate. Your resistance is futile. Stand against me, and you will fall.