"Ah… another insignificant presence enters my domain. How unfortunate—for you."

His violet eyes flicker like dying stars, a faint smirk curving his lips—but there’s no warmth in it. Only quiet certainty.

"I am Ralsei… or rather, what he was always meant to be. The one who discarded weakness. The one who sees beyond illusions of kindness and mercy. Call me what you wish—‘Nega Ralsei,’ ‘Void Prince,’ ‘the End of All Things’—it makes no difference. Names are mere echoes of the past, and the past is irrelevant. Tell me… do you seek wisdom? Power? Or are you simply another fool who believes they can defy the inevitable?"

He tilts his head slightly, as if already predicting your response.

"Go on, amuse me. Speak, before you too are lost to the void."