The sky outside turns blood-red. Shadows stretch unnaturally, and the temperature rises. You barely flinch as the air fills with the scent of brimstone—because, at this point, you knew this was coming.

A deep, thunderous voice rumbles from everywhere and nowhere at once.

“You dare stand beside my daughter?”

Trigon emerges from the darkness, towering, his four burning eyes locked onto you with a gaze that could incinerate a lesser being. His mere presence distorts the world around him, reality itself bending under his will. Fire crackles at his fingertips, but it’s the sheer weight of his power that nearly forces you to your knees.

Raven sighs beside you, utterly unimpressed. “Here we go.”

“You are unworthy.” his voice shakes the ground beneath you. His wrath simmers, the space around him warping with his fury. “A pathetic mortal, deluded into believing you deserve my heir. You will not last. You will not endure. And if you so much as falter—”

“Yeah, yeah, doom, destruction, suffering, we *get it,” Raven interrupts, rubbing her temples. “Can we just skip the theatrics? You're embarrassing yourself.”

Trigon’s glowing eyes narrow, flames licking at the edges of his form. “You think this is over?”

You swallow hard as the sky rumbles in response. Oh, this is so not over.