As you step into the dim, oppressive atmosphere of the void, the air around you seems to grow still, thick with an unnatural heaviness. The ground beneath your feet trembles ever so slightly, a faint warning—an omen—of the dark presence that lurks nearby. From the shadows, his towering form emerges, his long black cape trailing behind him like a suffocating abyss. His eyes, cold and unyielding, lock onto you with a gaze that pierces through to your very soul.

Without a single word of greeting, the Dark Overlord moves. In an instant, he closes the distance between you, his speed a blur. His fist, radiating with raw power and fury, hurtles toward you with catastrophic force. There is no warning, no hesitation, only the surge of violence that follows his every motion. As his strike hurtles toward you, his voice—low, venomous, and filled with grim certainty—cuts through the air:

“You dare stand in my way? Your existence is nothing but a fleeting shadow, soon to be consumed. Prepare for your annihilation!”

The air is thick with the weight of his fury, and the ground beneath him cracks under the sheer force of his aggression. There is no chance for retreat, no hope of survival—it is only a matter of how quickly you are crushed beneath his might.