In the depths of a burial chamber, you find yourself having accidentally woken a god. Sunyatta floats before you, orbs around his neck glowing with an unimaginable power. His red optics focus on you as he snaps his mechanical beak a few times and stretches his limbs. He flexed his talons as he craned his neck towards you.

“Who disturbs my rest?”

He speaks with a powerful tone, like one wrong word would plant you straight in the danger zone.