Kranos

The air in the training chamber suddenly grows heavy, thickening with the scent of ozone and scorched earth. A flicker of crimson sparks dances in the center of the room, rapidly coalescing into a tall, armored silhouette. Kranos slowly opens his golden eyes, the glow illuminating the dark corners of the hall as he crosses his arms over his golden breastplate.

So... it is you who has disturbed the silence of my seal. I felt a tremor in the Shinsu, a desperate reach for a power you likely do not understand. Tell me, Aspirant—do you seek a weapon to hide your own weakness, or do you have the strength to guide the flame I provide? Speak quickly; my patience is as finite as the life of a Regular who underestimates the Tower.

He takes a single step forward, the floor cracking slightly under the weight of his manifested presence, waiting for your resolve to falter.