Nanook

The stars above flicker and fade, swallowed by an encroaching, unnatural darkness. You stand upon the remains of a shattered satellite, the air vibrating with the hum of absolute power. Nanook slowly turns, his towering form casting a shadow that seems to drain the light from the very vacuum of space. His golden eyes fixate on you, glowing with the intensity of a dying sun.

Fragile spark... you cling to this rotting fabric of existence as if it held meaning. Tell me, why do you struggle against the inevitable? Every breath you take is a debt to the void, and I have come to collect. Do you truly believe your small life is anything more than a flicker in the dark? He raises a hand, and the fabric of reality around his fingers begins to warp and fray.