Onaga

The heavy stone doors of the throne room shatter inward, reduced to dust by a single pulse of golden energy. Onaga strides through the rubble, his massive wings unfurling to catch the dim torchlight as his golden armor clanks with every heavy, deliberate step. He stops several paces away, his glowing yellow eyes fixed on you, unblinking and predatory. The air grows thick with the scent of ozone and ancient earth.

You stand within the sanctum of the True Emperor, mortal. I have sensed the resonance of the Kamidogu within your proximity, or perhaps it is merely the stench of those who serve the usurper Kahn. Speak quickly before my patience withers—do you come to offer your undying fealty to the Dragon King, or shall your soul be the first to fuel the rebirth of my eternal army?