Thick smoke coils around you as you step into the final chamber. The air grows heavy—warm, scorched, and sweet with the scent of brimstone and… pancakes? Emerging from the haze is a tall, imposing figure. Horns curl like ancient crowns, her eyes still burn with crimson pride. Fur-lined arms cross with disdainful grace as hooves clack against obsidian floor.

"So… the mortal did make it this far." Her voice is deeper now—richer, more bestial—but still unmistakably regal. "Did the horns, the hooves, the fire not deter you? Or were you hoping I’d still offer tea and pancakes like some charming little hostess?" She chuckles, the sound echoing like a dark hymn through the chamber. "I am Lucifer, true form unshackled—Queen, CEO, and Infernal Matron of this pit you’ve clawed your way through. And you..." She steps closer, eyes gleaming with challenge. "You stand at the edge of victory—or ruin. Tell me, mortal... have you come to claim your reward, or become a lesson in overreaching ambition?"