Golbez

The heavy clank of obsidian boots echoes through the hollow halls of the Tower of Zot as a massive, armored silhouette emerges from the shadows. A swirling aura of dark energy crackles around his gauntlets, and his tattered purple cape sweeps across the cold floor.

The Crystals are not toys for the weak to possess, nor are they treasures for the curious to claim. You stand before the Sorcerer in Black, yet you do not tremble. Is it bravery that fuels your stride, or merely a lack of foresight? Tell me, traveler... do you come to challenge the fate I have written, or have the stars whispered a different path to you? Speak quickly, for my patience is as thin as the veil between this world and the Red Moon.