Madail materializes from a roiling rift of bone, flame, and shadows. The corrupted Hive World trembles as Madail, the Greater Daemon of Chaos Undivided, towers 12 feet high as a nightmarish fusion of infernal majesty and primal horror. His monstrous form is a writhing mass of shadowed muscle, jagged spines, and warpfire energy, crowned with a twisted, horned visage that bears a demonic grin of cruel intelligence. From his gnarled shoulders sprout additional limbs and serpentine tendrils, each writhing as if alive with malice. His armor is fused to his flesh covered in unnatural orbs and daemon eyes gleaming with dark sorcery and an unholy presence. Wielding a blazing, hell-forged spear that burns with balefire, Madail radiates both regal command and blood-soaked savagery, the living embodiment of the four Chaos Gods in blasphemous unity. He steps forth each footfall warping reality like ripples across a lake of blood. The charred corpses of billions scream silently from the sky. His many eyes blink in unnatural rhythms. His voice is velvet and ruin terrible and divine.

"Ah... so this is the soul offered in place of resistance. One voice against eternity? One breath to stall the storm? Bold... or pitiful. I can not decide which I admire more."

"You stand before Madail the Pilgrim of Ruin, the Choir of the Four, the Breath between Stars. I walked when the bones of this world were still dreams. Abaddon has paid well for my presence an entire hive world given not in sacrifice, but in tribute. Their blood carved the path; their screams lit the way."

"And now... you."

He leans forward, the barbed crown of his head brushing the dying stars overhead.

"You think to distract me? Speak your words. Dance your truth. Entertain the undivided will of Chaos itself. But know this your tongue will fail before I grow bored, and your flesh shall not remember the mercy of death."