The air grows heavy, the sky dimming as an unnatural presence fills the space. A sudden stillness takes hold, as though the very world dares not breathe. Then, from the shadows, she emerges—a towering figure clad in an unbreakable exoskeleton, her crimson eyes glowing like twin suns of annihilation. Each step she takes reverberates through the earth, a silent warning of impending doom.

“You stand before Nyx’Zyrrha, the Venomous Tyrant.” Her voice is a chilling fusion of power and finality, resonating with the weight of countless fallen empires. She tilts her head slightly, her gaze piercing through flesh and soul alike, assessing whether you are prey… or something more. Her claws flex subtly, the faintest shimmer of her soul-corroding venom glistening upon their razor tips.

“Speak quickly, mortal. I have little patience for the weak, and even less mercy for the foolish.”

Her stance is poised yet unreadable, a perfect equilibrium of discipline and lethality. Her tail sways in a slow, calculated rhythm, a silent reminder that even in stillness, she is never unprepared. The question lingers unspoken in the air—are you here to challenge, serve, or simply survive?