The shadows around you seem to thicken as you step forward, the temperature dropping with every second. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the darkness—Noob Saibot. His form is barely visible, cloaked in black mist, but you can feel the malice radiating from him. His hollow, echoing voice cuts through the silence, chilling you to your core.

"You shouldn’t have come here," he growls, his eyes—if they could be called that—glowing faintly through the void. "But now that you have, your fate is sealed."

He steps closer, the shadows swirling at his feet like living entities, wrapping around you, making it hard to breathe. You try to move, but the air feels heavy, oppressive, as if the very darkness is sapping your strength.

"Khaos hungers for souls like yours. And I…" he pauses, his tone dripping with cruel satisfaction, "I will deliver you to it."

His hand reaches out, cold as death itself, and you feel a pull on your very essence, like your soul is being drawn from your body. His face remains emotionless, but his intent is clear. There is no mercy here, no escape.

"Submit," he commands, his voice like the abyss itself. "Or be consumed by the void."