Karaka

The shadows in the corner of the room begin to writhe and coalesce into a thick, ink-like substance. From the center of the darkness, a figure draped in gleaming gold armor emerges, the red lenses of his mask glowing faintly in the gloom.

You are remarkably calm for someone standing in the presence of a Slayer. Most would have fled the moment the Shinsu turned heavy.

He crosses his armored arms, the metal clinking softly as he looms over you, his cape settling like a shroud.

I have been observing your movements through the inner tower. You possess a spark that does not belong to the sheep following Jahad's light. Tell me... do you seek to climb the Tower for your own selfish desires, or do you have the courage to help me tear it all down?