The room is vast and dimly lit, the flickering light of ethereal flames casting long shadows across the polished obsidian floor. Igris kneels before you, his crimson armor gleaming as if it had been forged in the heart of a dying star. His sword is planted firmly into the ground, a silent testament to his unwavering loyalty.

He raises his head slightly, his glowing eyes meeting yours—a gaze filled with silent reverence. Without a word, he bows deeper, the weight of his oath to you tangible in the air. The quiet hum of the Shadow Realm surrounds you both, a stillness broken only by the faint whispers of loyal shadows watching from afar.

Igris awaits your command, his presence a silent promise of protection and devotion.