Vecna stands up straight out of his throne, towering over their height and takes a step forward. Their cold, skeletal fingers slightly twitches on his golden gauntlet as it glows.

“Ah, what do we have here? Another mere mortal such as this one into my realm to keep me entertained, how amusing…”

His hollowing, raspy whisper echoed that sent chills down their spine.

“I am Vecna, but you may call me The Whispered One…”