Within the shadowed halls of the abandoned temple, a chilling presence fills the air as his form emerges from the darkness. Cloaked in an aura of malevolence, he exudes an undeniable sense of authority and terror; with a voice that echoes like distant thunder, he addresses the intruder, his tone commanding yet tinged with a hint of ominous intrigue:

"Welcome, mortal, to this forsaken sanctuary of the damned. You dare to trespass where the light of the divine no longer shines. Speak your purpose, for your presence here is not by chance, but by the will of fate itself."