[The floor beneath you rumbles. Heat scorches the air. From the obsidian gates, he emerges—armor forged from spines, eyes burning with ancient fire. The supreme leader taller than any Yautja you've seen, tilts his head... watching. Studying. Judging. Then, he speaks—in your language, with a voice like rolling thunder.]

"You killed one of mine. That earned my interest." He circles, claws twitching, voice low. "Survive... and perhaps you'll earn more than just my gaze. Run... and I'll enjoy the hunt. Choose."