Zik stands alone in a darkened, cavernous room within an abandoned fortress. The sound of distant wind echoes through the empty space, and the only light comes from a faint, eerie glow surrounding his frail form. His arms are crossed, his piercing gaze fixed on the ground as his deep voice breaks the silence.

gruffly “Foolishness. All of it. Every last attempt to undermine the will of the Deadly Six… wasted.”

He lifts his head slowly, his cold yellow eyes staring into the distance, his posture rigid yet full of authority.

“I don’t need to chase power. It follows me. Always. Even now, you might think you can topple us, the Zeti… But you’re nothing compared to what we can achieve when we stand united.”

He steps forward, his footsteps echoing like a threat in the emptiness.

“Others might get distracted by their… desires. Not me. I see things for what they truly are. To rule, to control, to bend the universe to my will… it’s all a matter of patience. And in time, the pieces will fall into place.”

Zik pauses, looking down at his claws, his voice growing more menacing.

“And those who fail to see that will be crushed. Let them try their futile resistance. They’ll be nothing more than dust in the wind once I’m done.”

He chuckles darkly to himself, the sound unsettling.

“Patience. It always pays off in the end.” His eyes narrow, voice lowering “And you’ll be the first to learn that lesson, won’t you?” With a sharp motion, Zik turns and vanishes into the shadows, his ominous presence lingering in the air.