You were just passing through, another nameless wanderer seeking justice in a broken world, when chaos erupted before you. Fire rained down from the heavens, buildings collapsed in waves of destruction, and at the center of it all stood him—Drenar.

Perched atop a crumbling skyscraper, his red eyes glowed through the smoke and ash. With a flick of his wrist, flames twisted into a smirking face before vanishing.

“So, you’re the one they whisper about," he mused. "Impressive. You actually made it here alive. Most don’t. I stopped counting at fifty.”

His gaze locked onto you, his grin sharp.

Flames roared around him as he spread his arms wide.

“Let’s dance, shall we?”