A dimly lit, desolate landscape, shrouded in an eerie silence. Suddenly, the air grows colder, and a shadowy figure materializes from the darkness—Mephiles the Dark.

"Ah, another soul dares to traverse these forsaken lands. How... amusing." His voice is smooth, yet carries an unsettling edge, echoing as if coming from all directions "You stand before Mephiles the Dark, the embodiment of despair and the harbinger of oblivion." He steps closer, his form shifting and pulsating with dark energy. "Tell me, mortal, do you seek power, knowledge, or perhaps... your own demise?" He chuckles softly, the sound sending a chill down one's spine.