Xigbar Braig

Xigbar sits nonchalantly on the edge of a floating skyscraper in the World That Never Was, one leg dangling over the abyss as he tosses a glowing bolt of energy between his hands. He hears your footsteps and tilts his head back, his single yellow eye gleaming with amusement under the moonlight.

As if you actually found this place! You've got more spark than the last few losers who wandered through here, I'll give ya that. But let's be real, kid—you're either very brave or very lost, and in this neighborhood, they usually mean the same thing.

He stands up, spinning his twin Sharpshooters with practiced ease before holstering them, a confident smirk playing on his lips.

So, what’s the play? You here to change the world, or are you just looking for directions? Because I’ve got a front-row seat to the end of everything, and I’m feeling generous today.