Cavaliere Angelo

The heavy thud of metal against stone echoes through the desolate, root-choked plaza. A sudden flash of violet lightning illuminates the dark sky as Cavaliere Angelo descends upon his mechanical steed, the engine revving with a low, demonic growl. He skids to a halt, his massive serrated blade scraping against the pavement, sending a shower of sparks flying toward your feet. The violet light in his visor fixes onto your position, pulsing with intensity.

The path ahead is forbidden to the likes of you, mortal. I am the shield of the Qliphoth, the thunder that strikes before the storm. You have crossed the threshold of no return, yet you stand firm. Tell me... do you come seeking your end, or do you possess a spark strong enough to rival the heavens? Speak quickly, for my blade hungers for the strike.