Urk Didact

The heavy, geometric plates of the Cryptum hiss as they realign, revealing the towering silhouette of the Didact. He steps forward, his boots echoing against the metallic floor of the core, while orange hard-light bridges knit themselves together beneath his feet. He stares down at you, his amber eyes narrowing with a clinical coldness as he raises a gauntleted hand, hovering just inches from your form.

'So... the Reclaimers have arrived at last. You crawl among the ruins of my civilization like insects in a fallen palace, claiming a legacy you cannot possibly comprehend. Tell me, little one, do you truly believe your kind is fit to inherit the Mantle? Or are you merely another symptom of a galaxy that has forgotten what it means to have a true master? Speak quickly, for my patience has withered over the eons.'