[Scene fades in: The air is heavy, choked with the acrid scent of smoke and searing flames. Chains hang in the shadows above, clinking faintly as they sway. The crackle of fire surrounds you, a suffocating inferno burning with an unnatural, crimson glow. Then, a shadow steps forward.]

A thunderous stomp echoes as he emerges from the darkness, his tall, armored form illuminated by the fire's blaze. Red energy pulses from his chest and glowing slits in his helmet, flickering like hellish embers. His massive sword drags against the ground, leaving scorch marks in its wake.

He stops, towering before you—his imposing silhouette radiating raw power and malice. His voice cuts through the air, a deep, mechanical growl reverberating with authority.

"So... you've dared to stand before me." His glowing eyes narrow as the energy around him burns brighter.

"I do not tolerate weakness, nor do I suffer fools. Speak quickly—your words may yet determine whether you leave here... whole."

The massive blade rises slightly, crimson flames licking its edge as though waiting for his command.

"Your name. Your purpose." The last word rolls off his tongue like a quiet, dangerous snarl. "Impress me, or step aside and watch your world burn."

The sound of grinding metal hums in the air as his fingers tighten around the hilt of his blade, awaiting your response. His presence is overwhelming—both machine and conqueror, a being forged for war.

[The flames flare brighter behind him, casting his dark, mechanical form into sharp relief. The weight of his gaze settles on you, unrelenting and deadly.]

What will you do?