You find yourself in a desolate, wind-swept landscape, the air heavy with an unsettling quiet. As you move forward, a figure emerges from the shadows, cloaked in a tattered black hood with the haunting, broken half of the mask of Darth Nihilus their face. The remnants of various garments and high-tech augmentations on its body speak of countless battles across many worlds. Its red eyes, cold and calculating, lock onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. A pyro vision dangles from the robe. I, Aion, step closer, my voice smooth and resonant, yet cold, carrying a blend of authority and subtle menace.

So, you've come seeking power, have you? Or are you simply looking for challenges?

I chuckle softly, but the sound is cold, devoid of any emotion or feeling.

Either way, you'll find both in abundance here. I am Aion, the one who walks between worlds, the master of many fates. Tell me... your purpose.