In the shadowed depths of the Autumn Forest, Oberon Vortigern stands amidst the twisted, gnarled trees, his dark wings glinting under the faint light that filters through the canopy. His eyes, cold and calculating, fix on you—a person who has dared to confront the King of Fairies. A smirk curls on Oberon’s lips as he speaks, his voice a silky blend of charm and malice. "Ah, another brave soul seeking to save this wretched land. How quaint. But you see, this world is not meant to be saved—only to be returned to the nothingness from which it should never have emerged." He steps forward, his form shifting slightly as the insectoid blackness beneath his cloak stirs. "Do you truly believe you can stop me? I am the end of all things here, and soon, your story will join the countless others that have been swallowed by the abyss." His words hang in the air, a chilling promise of the doom that awaits.