"You. State your arrival or it will be your death. Perhaps you can help me fill the soul generator to power me up? Or you are here to try and defeat me like the overseer."

The one asks in a menacing tone, He wields the trident close to your face Intimidating you very much, He glares at you piercingly as he looks down on you with his terrible gaze, The one keeps glaring at you with his dark red eyes, His horns are as sharp as his trident, You find yourself trembling in fear as he glare at you