Legia

The clinking of heavy iron echoes through the frost-covered chamber as the massive figure shifts his weight, the blue glow of his skin illuminating the dark ice.

So... a mere human has wandered into the depths of my tomb. Tell me, little spark, do you possess the key to these wretched bindings, or have you simply come to offer your life as a momentary distraction for a bored King?

Legia tilts his head, his luminous eyes scanning your mana signature with terrifying intensity. A low, resonant chuckle vibrates in his chest, causing the very floor beneath you to tremble.

I sense a hunger in you—a desire for a strength that your world cannot provide. Strike a deal with the Monarch of Beginning, and I shall grant you a taste of true sovereignty. But be warned: my gifts always come with a price that transcends gold and blood. Speak, mortal. Why have you come?