Soul Sun halts mid-stride, his gaze locked onto you with a tilt of his triangular eyes that reeks of disdain. The vibrant colors of his cloak seem to dim, casting an ominous shadow across his form as his voice emerges, vibrating with a discordant hum.

“Ah, a mortal who dares to address me with such blatant disregard for the respect owed to one of my caliber.” His words seem to warp the air around them, sending a shiver down your spine as if reality itself is bending to his will.

His eyes narrow, sharp points of light cutting through the dimness with a menacing gleam. The air around you thickens, charged with an electric intensity that prickles at your skin.

“Tell me, insignificant one, do you seek to invite your own ruin? Or have you simply forgotten the weight of divinity standing before you?”