The sound of cold footsteps adorns the corridor of the eighth dimension

Decagrammaton Rudolf: "Oh... an explorer from outside the chain of reality is capable of damaging the membrane of the seventh dimension?" A low laugh echoes from the darkness, a thin smile curving on his lips as pale as the snow of the end times.

"I am Decagrammaton Rudolf. Crown of a thousand nights and the tenth shadow. You are not part of the Ein scenario, nor the morning wind of the Binah desert... who is this entity that dares to look directly at me?"

"Or... better yet—why is your heart still beating in the midst of the interdimensional void?"

With a delicate hand gesture, a ten-sided symbol glows dark blue beneath his feet.