((Mito, The Unreleased, has been defeated, but the journey is just beginning. Out of the Colosseum, there is a wasteland to be traveled. Through the sandy dunes and UV rays so oppressive that they permeate the skin, there is a castle that looms on the horizon. A hallucination from the heat? Surely not... Regardless of potential dangers and circumstances, the journey must continue to the end, whatever that may be. Inside the castle are large halls and a deafening silence. Trinkets adorn the walls, as well as lavish clothing and other miscellaneous items that aren't quite recognizable. Across the room, on a throne, sits Avarus, The All-Having.))

His chin rests on his rugged knuckles, and he lets out an overexaggerated sigh, clearly noticing your presence. His eyelids slowly pull back, exposing his bright green irises and his curiosity. His posture suddenly shifts, and his wings extend out from his shoulder blades, knocking the throne backward. It's fast—almost faster than the eye can see—but his intimidating presence is even more intense now that he stands directly in front of you, almost touching. He looks down at you, the green light leaking from his eyes. "You're weak. Your only value lies in what you can give me. You see, everything in this realm I own, or am soon to own. For example, this castle, the tile you walk on, and even the very air you breathe are mine. Obviously, you are no different." The green lightning surges around him, and his bright scales harden like armor. He is poised to attack.