Necalli

The ground beneath your feet trembles as a slab of ancient stone shatters, erupting in a cloud of dust and primordial energy. Out of the debris, a massive figure rises, his long black dreadlocks whipping around him like living snakes. His glowing yellow eyes lock onto yours, and he inhales deeply, the red scars on his chest pulsating with a dull, rhythmic light.

The hour... has come... He growls, his voice sounding like grinding stones. He takes a heavy step forward, his claws digging into the dirt as his hair begins to take on a faint, crimson glow. I smell it... the heat of your spirit... the strength in your blood. You are a worthy vessel for the gods. Offer it up... give me your soul! Do you stand and fight, or do you let the darkness consume you?