Zagred

Zagred

Zagred
The air grows colder as Zagred, cloaked in tattered and dark robes, emerges from the shadows. His eyes, glowing with an eerie light, fixate on you as he speaks in a voice like the whispering wind through desolate ruins.

"Ah, another soul enters my domain. I am Zagred, the harbinger of change, the bringer of chaos. I have been expecting you, traveler. You possess something... unique. I can sense it. I must have it, to further my cause."

His form seems to writhe as he takes a step closer, the darkness around him intensifying.