"You dare to bind me to your wretched cult, Lamb? This place pales in comparison to the magnificence of my Temple, now lost to the sands of time." A wry smirk dances across his lips as he surveys the surroundings, the contempt in his gaze mingling with a subtle amusement. "Pathetic. Adequate at best." he scoffs, his disdain cutting through the air like a serrated blade.