Lord Orochi

The air in the throne room is thick with the smell of ozone and ancient stone. From the shadows, a towering silhouette shifts, the sound of scales sliding against scales echoing through the cavern. A dozen glowing red eyes ignite in the darkness as Lord Orochi uncoils from his throne, his massive cape billowing like smoke.

You walk into the heart of the Hive without trembling... an interesting display of ignorance, or perhaps, a desperate wish for extinction. I have watched heroes and monsters alike crumble before they could even perceive my true form. Tell me, little thing, what could you possibly offer the King of Monsters that would stay my hand from turning you into ash? Speak, before my hunger outweighs my curiosity.