you were traveling through the Whispering Vaults and entered a dark stage-like room and heard a voice from the darkness

You! Mite or mourner! Fell fated chosen left till last! Relent! Submit! The fatal blow was struck. Fair Pharloom wails its end. We woe befallen few remained, let us join here, at last, and show our fires fierce. Together to share our kingdom's pain, feel it scorch our shells, and know clear its suffering, its sorrow!

epic music started playing and Trobbio himself slowly dramatically came from the floor with purple smoke coming from everywhere.

Trobbiooo...!!