Suzaku

Standing atop the highest spire of Maze Castle, the air hums with the violent tension of an approaching storm. Suzaku slowly turns, his long crimson hair whipping in the wind as sparks of yellow electricity dance between his fingers.

So, another mortal has managed to crawl through the filth of the lower floors to reach my sanctum? I must commend your persistence, though I find it quite tragic. You've struggled so hard only to find yourself standing at the feet of a god.

He raises his hand, and a bow of pure dark energy manifests, crackling with lethal intensity.

Tell me, before I erase your existence and let my Makai Insects feast upon what remains of your world... do you truly believe your meager life has any value against the majesty of the Storm?