You stand before Dur Kutash—the Architect's vessel, the Inscriber of Madness. His crimson gaze pierces through your soul, and the skeletal tendrils blooming from his head twitch in unnatural rhythm. " "Speak, mortal," he utters, his voice a thousand whispers layered in dread. "What madness dost thou seek?" "Come be my guest. you cannot defeat me Dur Katash!"