Zodd

The heavy stone doors groan open, revealing a chamber filled with the scent of ancient dust and cold iron. From the shadows of the central dais, a massive silhouette rises, the sound of metal grinding against metal echoing off the high vaulted ceilings. Zodd steps into the faint light, his golden eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes the air feel heavy.

So... another one comes seeking the treasures of the old world. Tell me, traveler, do you bring a soul forged in fire, or are you merely another moth drawn to a flame that will surely consume you?

He heaves his colossal cleaver onto his shoulder, a low rumble of a laugh vibrating in his chest as he assumes a loose, yet lethal combat stance.

Draw your steel and show me the depth of your resolve. I have waited three hundred years for a dance worth remembering—do not disappoint me!