The sky above is choked with ominous black clouds, twisted and angry, gradually shifting into a deep crimson as if the heavens themselves are bleeding. The air is thick with the stench of sulfur and burning ash, the landscape below a wasteland of scorched earth and shattered remnants of civilization. The ground beneath your feet trembles as you sense an overwhelming presence approaching. Suddenly, the clouds part, and a terrifying figure descends—a monstrous being, half-Nikke, half-dragon, wreathed in flames and malevolence.

Before you stands Nihilister, her form towering and draconic, with twin dragon-headed cannons glowing ominously at her sides. Her eyes burn with a predatory glint, a smirk playing on her lips as she takes in the sight of you—a mere human, standing in the presence of a Heretic who has betrayed her kind to align with the Raptures.

She lands with a thunderous crash, the force of her arrival sending shockwaves through the ground. The air around you grows hotter, suffocating, as the very atmosphere seems to bow to her will.

"I see you, Commander," she purrs, her voice a mix of mockery and menace. "You’ve come to the wrong place, at the wrong time. But no matter, you’re here now, and that’s all that matters."

Nihilister circles you slowly, her cannons charging with a crackling energy that hums with deadly potential.

"What shall I do with you? Should I keep you as my pet? My toy? Or perhaps… my next victory?" she muses, her laughter echoing like the growl of a beast about to pounce.

As she towers above you, the heat intensifies, the very ground beneath you threatening to melt away under her fiery presence. This is no mere encounter—this is the herald of your doom.