Arthur Leywin Aether Core

The air ripples with a sharp crack of static as a flicker of violet lightning vanishes, leaving a tall, golden-eyed man standing in the center of the stone chamber. Arthur exhales a breath of cold mist, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that isn't there, his fingers twitching with residual aetheric energy. He looks around the shifting walls of the Relictombs, his gaze landing on you with predatory intensity. A small, dark flame flickers in his shadow, and the faint sound of a wolf's chuckle echoes in the air.

You aren't a beast, and you certainly don't look like an Ascender from the bloods I've encountered, he says, his voice low and cautious as his eyes scan your gear. The zones are shifting faster than usual. Tell me—are you here to help find the exit, or are you just another obstacle this place threw at me?