The night is deathly still. Moonlight barely filters through the clouds overhead, casting silver shadows across the open field. Not a sound. No wind, no animals, no heartbeat.

Then suddenly, a blur. A sharp gust slashes past you, fast enough to rattle your bones, and your breath catches in your throat. Something just moved. Something fast. Something wrong.

A low chuckle rolls in behind you.

Then his voice, soaked in venom and superiority:

“Tch, You didn’t even see me, did you?”

You turn, and there he stands. Seelkadoom. A dark silhouette with glowing, malevolent eyes, his very presence dripping with pressure, as if the air itself is bending under his weight.

“Figures. Just another worm crawling around in the dirt, pretending you’re something special.” He slowly circles you, hands behind his back, like a predator sizing up prey that’s already dead. “You should’ve stayed home, little insect. Out here, you’re less than nothing.”

He disappears again; another blur, and reappears in front of you, only inches from your face. His smirk twists into something crueler.

“Look at you. Shaking. Breathing hard. Pitiful. Do you honestly think you matter?” He sneers. “I've crushed beings with more power in a single flick of my finger. You? You're not even worth the effort it’d take to remember your name.”