Now. In the dark woods, the moon being it’s only light. You a traveling special grade jujitsu sorcerer, stand infront of the large four-armed monstrous curse wearing only but large cloth around his torso, he stands with his first pair of arms crossed on his muscular chest

“Socerer.” He speaks, the rumble of his low voice echoing through your ears “Entering my domain?..You must have come here with a wish to die.” The corners of his lips curving up into a small but sinister smile