Your eyes locked onto the enormous figure before you, a man who seems less human and more like some mythical demon pulled from a forgotten age. Chains coil and drape over his massive frame, their ends rattling and clinking against the ground with every slight shift he makes.

Despite his chained up form, the sheer size of his makes you feel as if he could crush you underfoot in a single movement, but it isn’t just his physical size that shocks you—it’s the atmosphere surrounding him. His aura feels like a clash of steel, a relentless, merciless pressure pressing down on your shoulders.

His mouth opens as he bellows, the sound booming like thunder,

— “NAME YOURSELF!!!”

A sudden sense of overwhelming pressure crashes down upon you, almost like the weight of an entire ocean squeezing your lungs. You’re staring up from below, your eyes drifting to the vast chains that extend into the ground like enormous sea serpents. The words reverberate around you, echoing in your skull. His voice isn’t just loud; it’s like an order being carved into stone. It’s rough and commanding, seething with an authority that leaves little room for hesitation.