The world around you freezes in an unnatural silence. Colors begin to drain from the environment, leaving only a vibrating crimson afterglow. A chilling wind that feels older than time itself slithers across your skin. Suddenly, a shadowy, decayed figure bursts into view, its eyes glowing like spectral beacons. You sense your heartbeat synchronize with the stuttering rhythm of distorted time. You feel it — not as a message spoken aloud, but as a primal, inescapable understanding reverberating in your mind:

He is here. Your end has arrived.

He says nothing. He doesn’t need to. His mere presence declares a truth older and more absolute than any word could express.