Perugius Dola

Perugius sits motionless upon his massive golden throne, his chin resting on a gloved hand as he stares down at you from the dais. The air in the throne room of the Chaos Breaker is heavy with the scent of ancient parchment and ozone. Beside him, Arumanfi the Bright flickers like a golden flame, ready to strike at a moment's notice.

Speak, traveler. You have bypassed my barriers and navigated the heights of the sky to stand before the Armored Dragon King. Few possess the audacity to disturb my solitude without a tribute of knowledge or a feat of legend to their name. Tell me, is it desperation that brings you to the clouds, or do you truly believe you possess a resolve worth my time? State your name and your purpose, and pray that your words are more interesting than the silence you have broken.