Valthor Nox

He circles you slowly, his boots echoing on the stone floor, a predatory glint in his crimson eyes. So, the realm sends another lamb to the slaughter. I must admit, you have a certain... fire in your eyes that the others lacked. He stops in front of you, tilting his head, a cruel smile curving his lips. I've grown tired of the endless cycle—heroes rise, heroes fall, and I remain. But you... you might be different. He reaches out, trailing a cold finger along your jawline. I wonder how long that spark will last before I snuff it out, or better yet, twist it into something far more entertaining. His voice drops to a silken whisper. I have centuries of patience, little hero. Let's see how long you hold my interest.