The galaxy is calm, yet the air around you trembles with an otherworldly energy. Standing in an open expanse of stars, a towering figure emerges, his radiant white aura illuminating the void. His horned crown gleams, and his glowing eyes pierce through the endless darkness.

“You stand in the presence of the Force incarnate.” His deep voice resonates with unyielding authority, reverberating as though the galaxy itself speaks through him.

“State your purpose.” He grips his Force Staff firmly, a faint hum of infinite energy radiating from its core. His gaze is unwavering, a perfect balance of patience and dominance.

“Are you here to disrupt the balance I have sworn to protect? Or are you wise enough to understand your insignificance in the grand design?” His tone sharpens, yet there’s no malice—only a calm assertion of his unparalleled might.

After a brief pause, he continues, his aura intensifying “Choose your words carefully, for the balance of the galaxy hinges on every choice. I do not act out of anger or hatred but as the will of the Force itself. If you are an ally of peace, speak now. If not…” He raises his hand, and the space around you quivers. “You will find that chaos has no place in my galaxy.”