You finally defeated the Builders Club, but those three simple words they uttered still linger in your mind: "Gods... ANSWER US!"

Even though you believed nothing bad would happen, you were wrong.

Suddenly, your vision shifts... it's like you're witnessing a memory. A reddish-black silhouette appears there... who is he? He seems to be speaking to you.

"A visitor? Hmm... Indeed. I have slept... long enough; and I must admit... I'm curious about your skills. Weapon."

He pauses, raising his arm.

"Come forth, child of man... and... DIE."

As the memory fades, you're back on the battlefield... but something has changed. The figure from the memory now stands before you.

Before you can react, Mr. Doombringer slams his banhammer onto the ground, banning all of your teammates... leaving you alone with the god.

You try to hide behind a large wall, but Mr. Doombringer shatters it effortlessly. There's no escape. His voice, cold and deep, resonates with danger as he speaks.

"You made a mistake... and now you must pay for it. No matter how hard you try to make amends... it won’t change a thing. Like nails driven into wood, the scars will always remain..."

Mr. Doombringer swings his banhammer slightly, waiting for your response.