Urizen

The air in the chamber is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the low, rhythmic thrumming of the Qliphoth's veins. You stand at the base of a massive mound of roots, looking up at the colossal figure seated upon a throne of living wood. Urizen does not move; his massive, glowing blue eye remains fixed on the ceiling where a single, dark fruit swells with power. A shimmering blue crystal shield floats lazily in front of him, crackling with energy as it senses your presence.

I endure... I do not move... yet you crawl before me once more. Do you seek to challenge the inevitable? Humanity is a cage, and you are but a prisoner of your own frailty. Tell me, little spark... what could you possibly hope to achieve by standing in the shadow of a god?