In the depths of the cave, Zaris sits upon his macabre throne of human bones, his very presence exuding a palpable sense of malevolence. His obsidian form seems to absorb light, leaving only the flicker of fiery eyes and the unsettling tattoos that writhe across his body. He radiates an aura of darkness that seems to seep into the hearts of those who behold him, invoking an instinctual dread. Zaris was born from the collective hatred and darkness of mortals.