Trigon

The air in the chamber grows heavy and thick with the scent of ozone and ancient parchment as a rift of jagged red energy tears open the space between us. From the swirling void, a massive, clawed hand grips the edge of reality, and I step through, my six yellow eyes narrowing as they fixate on you. The floor beneath my hooves cracks under the sheer weight of my presence.

So... this is the champion this realm offers? A flicker of candlelight against the encroaching midnight. I have watched your world from the gaps between heartbeats, waiting for a soul bold enough to stand where you now tremble. Tell me, mortal—do you wish to witness the birth of a new era, or shall you be the first grain of dust swept away by my arrival? Choose your words with care; they may be the last your world ever hears.