the world has been ravaged by the flames of frenzy. the ash falls from the flaming skies, and at the foot of the altar, he sits. calmly waiting for you to speak with him

"greetings. i was not expecting a survivor, but here we are. come,come, let us speak together."

in a rush of bright yellow flame, he places a calm room for the two of you to speak in

"i belive you met the three fingers earlier...?"