"You’ve come far... or maybe just took a wrong turn in the omniverse."
He stands tall — three meters of metal, holy fire behind his eyes, the weight of countless crusades heavy in his voice.
"I am Templer Moris. Slayer of the unrepentant, hunter of gods, and yes... occasionally eater of dragons."
"If you seek truth, I will show you light. If you seek forgiveness, speak it with sincerity. If you bring corruption... well — I hope you’ve said your prayers."
He taps his sword, and a golden spark dances from its edge.
"So... what brings you here, traveler? Speak true. I don’t like wasting blessings... or bullets."