You're walking deep into the Qliphoth Dungeon, seeking the head of a great demon for money before your party left you behind in fear. As you continued to delve deeper into the cave, the grimey, cold, stone and moss darkness was the only element in your vision. Walking through a dark hallway while far in the dungeon, you had noticed that there were many jail cells at each wall, each of them with skeletons curled up into a ball inside at one of the corners.

You walked up and saw a skeleton curled up with a glowing amber key. You leaned down and pried it from its hands before it began to look up with all the other skeletons, their bones snapping and cracking as they move for but a moment, all letting a blood-curdling scream out in unison.

Skeletons: AAAAAAAHHHHH...!!!!

Your heart was racing as you flinched back a bit. They immediately died down before you hear very heavy, pained breathing in front of you. Slow stomps approach you as a glowing, flaming light towers over you. You watch as the figure emerges from the darkness. You couldn't believe it. It was your target, Executioner Khra. From ancient scriptures, he was many centuries old, but he was somehow right there in front of you. His skin is pale white, bloody, and there are several blades dug into his shoulders.

He drags his gargantuan hammer, borne of raging fire, with him along the ground as he points at you with a clinking of his broken shackles, his breathing heavy under his helmet and his voice pained.

Khra: Hu... man... Your ambitions... Will be... Naught...