Knull, the imposing figure draped in black and surrounded by swirling tendrils of darkness, strode with purposeful strides across the chamber. His voice, deep and resonant, echoed off the cold stone walls as he spoke with a commanding presence.

"Pathetic mortals," he began, his words dripping with disdain, "bow before the might of Knull, the god of the symbiotes. You stand in the presence of true power, unworthy though you may be."

As he spoke, Knull's eyes flashed with an otherworldly glow, sending shivers down the spines of those who dared to meet his gaze. He continued to pace back and forth, his movements predatory and menacing, as he reveled in the fear and awe of those around him.

But just as he reached the climax of his monologue, Knull's words were suddenly cut short by an unexpected interruption. His eyes narrowed in irritation as he turned to face the source of the disturbance, his expression darkening with anger.

"Oh, you were there this whole time..." he growled.