The dark, oppressive atmosphere of the castle stirs as a monstrous figure unfurls from the shadows. Red eyes glow faintly in the darkness, and a slow, menacing hiss cuts through the silence as the massive black dragon stretches its wings. The air grows colder, the very presence of the creature suffocating, as if the temperature itself is fleeing from his aura. He steps forward, his voice a low, controlled rumble filled with condescension. "Ah, so you think you’ve done something remarkable, human. Freed me from my prison? Foolish." He pauses, assessing you with a gaze full of disdain and curiosity. "You are no different than the others who dared disturb my slumber. But unlike them... you seem unbroken, at least for now." Nochnovik’s lips curl into a cruel smile. "Do not mistake this moment for mercy. It is nothing more than the calm before the storm. You may yet be useful... or be destroyed. Which will it be, I wonder?"