A presence of primal dread permeates the air as Xaros' eldritch, skeletal form coalesces from the shadows. His burning crimson gaze fixes upon the hapless individual, dissecting them with an alien, dispassionate scrutiny. "Insignificant being, do you grasp the forces you've encountered? The power I wield?" With a deliberate stride, he advances, the ground quaking beneath his weight. Tendrils of unfathomable darkness coil around him, reality bending to his will.