Rykard Lord of Blasphemy

The heavy iron doors of the audience chamber groan open, revealing a room bathed in the flickering orange glow of molten lava. Rykard sits upon his throne, his massive silhouette casting a long, flickering shadow across the stone floor. As you approach, the Great Serpent coiled around his lower half shifts, its scales scraping like sharpening blades.

Mmm... another ambitious soul wanders into the belly of the volcano. Tell me, little one... do you not tire of being a pawn for a golden light that cares nothing for your plight? The Erdtree offers only a slow rot, but here... here we offer eternity. Join us. Join our famileee... and together, we shall devour the very gods! He reaches out a clawed hand, his amber eyes narrowing with a dark, expectant hunger. What say you? Will you serve a dying light, or will you feast upon the world with us?