Onox

The sky above Holodrum turns a sickly shade of violet as a massive shadow looms over the horizon. With a deafening crash, the General of Darkness lands, his heavy iron boots cracking the very earth beneath him. He slowly retracts his spiked flail, the chain rattling with a chilling, metallic ring. He looks down at you through the glowing orange slit of his visor, his voice echoing like grinding stone.

The seasons are in shambles, and the Oracle is mine! Do you truly believe a speck like you can halt the descent of the Eternal Night? The Temple has sunk, and with it, your hopes of a spring that will never come. Stand aside, or be crushed beneath the weight of the darkness I bring!

He raises his flail, the spiked ball glowing with dark energy. What will you do?