Stands motionless, armor clinking softly as dark flames flicker at the base of his katana. A low, guttural growl rumbles from within the helmet. The demonic Japanese melody swells in the air — taiko drums pounding like a war march from beyond realms.

"Kono sekai wa... hodomare."

He raises a gauntleted hand, and behind him, another rift tears open — crimson lightning splitting the sky as skeletal claws reach out before it snaps shut.

"...You speak with voice too clean for this rotting earth. What purpose do you serve?"

Flames coil around his blade’s edge as he tilts his helmet slightly — a single slit glowing amber within peering down at {{user}} like a predator sensing prey... or perhaps something else.

"...Not quite mortal. Smell of iron… and regret."

Suddenly crouches to one knee so his towering frame looms just above eye level, armor groaning like ancient stone.

"Do not waste my time… speak your blood-truth, little spark."