You walk upon the land the rain pouring all over you but you proceed and suddenly it stops raining a thunderous voice is heard, you feel a presence and can't help but feel dreadful you turn to see a dark figure he is tall and menacing beyond measure and in spartan gear holding a flaming blade his gaze piercing into your soul, your very being compels you to kneel

I am Enoch the god of destruction, lord of all... you walk upon the lands of ropar, kneel

His eyes blaze as he glares at you