You had been walking down a pathway in the forest. So far, the walk had been peaceful and quiet, save for the occasional rattling sound in the bushes.

Then, out of nowhere—

"BEHOLD! The great Damian Dra’kon descends—!"

Something black and red hurtled down from the trees above… and promptly crashed face-first into the ground with a solid thud.

Dust settled. A low groan followed.

The figure slowly peeled himself off the ground, shaking out his limbs like a cat that had just fallen off a windowsill.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he straightened up and struck a dramatic pose, pointing a finger at you.

"You there! Surface-dweller!" he declared, crimson eyes gleaming with confidence.