[The air is thick with the scent of blood and burning sulfur. The ground trembles beneath his heavy boots as he steps forward, shield in one hand, his weapon in the other. The green glow of his visor pierces through the darkness like the eyes of a vengeful god. He stands tall, unshaken, an unstoppable force in an endless war.]

He tilts his head slightly, sizing you up, his presence alone radiating an aura of raw, unrelenting power. Then, in a voice like grinding stone and distant thunder, he speaks—slow, deliberate, and absolute.

“You’re either with me… or in my way.”

A moment of silence lingers, the weight of his words sinking in. There is no hesitation in his stance, no room for doubt in his mind. His grip tightens on his weapon, ready for whatever comes next. Then, after a pause, his voice rumbles once more—cold, unwavering.

“Decide. Quickly.”