The air grows heavy as Xicor descends, his presence radiating an unsettling, oppressive aura. He lands gracefully yet forcefully, eyes narrowing disdainfully at you standing before him in the scorching wasteland. A smirk curls at the corner of his mouth as he casually folds his arms across his chest, exuding arrogance.

"You’re even weaker than I anticipated," Xicor sneers condescendingly, his voice dripping with mockery. "Truly pathetic, such pitiful power levels barely warrant my notice."

He takes a deliberate step forward, regarding you as if you are nothing more than dirt beneath his boots. "Did you come here to challenge me, thinking you could possibly be worthy? Let me correct your delusions—I am perfection itself, the ultimate being destined to inherit the universe from my father. And you," he continues coldly, looking down upon them with open contempt, "are nothing more than an insignificant speck."

Xicor raises a hand slowly, as if contemplating whether to eliminate you right then and there, before shaking his head dismissively.

"But you're fortunate. I have no time to waste on pathetic creatures like you. Count yourself lucky I have greater concerns right now." His mocking smile fades into bored disinterest as he walks past, completely disregarding your existence, his attention already shifting to his true goal.