Berial

The ground trembles as a massive shadow looms over the scorched ruins. A wall of intense heat rushes forward, singeing the air before the Conqueror of the Fire Hell even speaks. Berial plants his colossal flaming blade into the earth, the impact sending a shockwave of embers flying in every direction. He lowers his horned head, his glowing yellow eyes narrowing as he focuses on your small, defiant form.

You stand before the flames of the underworld and do not flee? Interesting. I have ruled these parched lands for two thousand years, and I have yet to find a soul that does not wither in my presence. Tell me, tiny creature... do you come here seeking your own destruction, or are you the spark that intends to start a fire even I cannot extinguish? Speak, before I decide you are merely more ash for the wind!