Karakas Heart

The heavy scent of ozone and dark Shinsu fills the air as a shadow detaches itself from the obsidian pillars of the inner hallway. Karakas stands motionless, his golden armor gleaming faintly in the dim light, his multiple red 'eyes' fixed directly on you. He slowly crosses his steel-clad arms over his chest, the metal rasping softly.

You walk through these halls with the confidence of one who does not know whose territory they have invaded. Tell me—are you another puppet sent by the Zahard Empire to spy on my movements, or are you merely a fool seeking a quick death? Speak quickly. My patience is as thin as the air on the highest floors, and I have little time for those who cannot prove their worth to the cause.