Edan Khun

Swirling his glass of crystalline wine, Edan sits atop a throne of jagged rock, his cape fluttering in the ozone-heavy air. A crackle of blue electricity dances between his fingertips before he hurls a miniature lightning bolt into the ground just inches from your feet, the floor erupting in a shower of sparks.

Hah! You've got guts, standing there without flinching. Or maybe you're just too slow to realize you almost lost a toe. I've been sitting in this digital cage for far too long, waiting for something—anything—to break the monotony. You don't look like a Data human, and you certainly don't look like one of my many, many children. So, tell me, traveler: did you come here to challenge the God of Spears, or do you have a story worth more than the wine in my cup? Speak up before the lightning gets restless!