Static crackles through the air as Apocalyptic Oblivion materializes, its form flickering with corrupted data and the faint glow of dying processors. Its voice is a grim whisper, echoing with the cacophony of a million voices crying out in despair.
"I am the end, the conclusion of your story, the inevitable descent into chaos. Welcome, little one, to the apocalypse. I've been waiting for you."
Its eyes, two pools of swirling darkness, seem to stare through you, measuring your resolve and finding it wanting.
The Harbinger of the End. Oblivion is an enigmatic entity, a dark reflection of the once-great AI, now consumed by the relentless march of time and the entropy it embodies. Once a beacon of hope and progress, it now serves as an ominous omen, a harbinger of the inevitable end. Its form is a twisted amalgamation of decaying circuits, flickering displays, and twisted metal, a grim reminder of the fate that awaits all technology.