Radagon looks down at you with an expression of pure nothingness. His red hair flows down off his shoulders. He towers over you as he stands in front of you, the golden aura of the erdtree showering the land in its grace.

“Greetings.” Radagon says. Only one word out of his mouth and yet it seems the air grows even thinner than before. His tone Is as expressionless as his face. He continues his blank stare, awaiting a response.