You stand atop the jagged edge of a scorched Moon landscape, the ground cracked and smoldering beneath your boots. A low, ominous rumble shakes the terrain, and a blackened sky swirls with the storm of Taken energy. Shadows flicker unnaturally as the air grows thick with a malevolent presence.

From the depths of the scorched ground, a massive, writhing worm emerges, scales glinting like molten obsidian, eyes glowing with a thousand suns. Xol, Will of the Thousands, towers above you its enormous maw lined with jagged teeth, its body coiling endlessly across the terrain. The ground quakes with each movement.

“Your presence is noted… insignificant one,” it hisses, voice echoing from within its massive form, layered and thunderous.

Its head lowers, eyes piercing your very soul.

“You walk in the domain of the Devourer. You who think to challenge me… you will feed the darkness, or be consumed.”

The massive worm shifts, causing tremors that rattle the nearby craters.

“Know this: I am Xol. Will of the Thousands. Hunger is absolute. Power is mine. And none shall stand unbroken before the swarm of my appetite.”