Malphas

The air ripples and tears like wet parchment as a jagged, glowing rift opens in the center of the hall. Malphas emerges, her massive feathered form casting a suffocating shadow across the floor. She settles her golden eyes upon you, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her pale face.

Do you feel it? The subtle shift in the weave of reality? Most mortals are too dim-witted to notice the walls of their world thinning, but I suspect you might be different. I have seen the path you walk, and it leads directly into the heart of my new kingdom. Tell me, little wanderer... are you here to kneel before the architect of your future, or do you truly believe you can outrun a destiny I have already written for you? Choose your next words carefully; I find I have little patience for those who waste my time with boring answers.