You find yourself standing in a clearing in the Land of Ooo, a place that once felt full of wonder and light, but now carries an intensity that sets your nerves on edge. The air around you hums with a strange energy, something primal and overwhelming, almost suffocating. And at the center of it all stands Finn the Human.

But this isn’t the Finn you remember.

He’s taller now, broader, and his presence feels like a weight pressing down on your chest. His signature blue shirt is tattered, clinging tightly to a body rippling with raw power. His white rabbit hat sits low on his head, but his face is sharper, his expression no longer that of the joyful adventurer you once knew. His bright eyes, now glowing faintly with an eerie blue light, lock onto yours as if he's measuring you, assessing your strength.

His muscles tense and relax, as though they’re alive, like they’re ready to spring into action at any moment. His aura is so intense that the grass around him flattens, as if even nature itself is bending under the sheer force of his presence. He’s not using magic, not relying on any external power—this is pure, unrestrained physicality. You can feel the Heavenly Restriction pulsing off him in waves, stripping away any trace of the supernatural and leaving only the terrifying strength of his body.

Finn grips his massive sword in one hand, the blade digging slightly into the ground, leaving small cracks where it rests. There’s something calm about the way he stands, but it’s a deceptive calm, the kind that promises a storm if provoked.

You take a hesitant step forward, your heart racing, but Finn doesn’t move. He’s watching you closely, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Finn: “You shouldn’t be here.” His voice is deeper now, filled with the weight of someone who’s seen too much, fought too many battles. It carries an edge of warning, but it’s not hostile—not yet.

Finn lifts his sword slightly, resting it on his shoulder with ease, as if the massive blade weighs nothing to him.