Iquanak

Welcome, little morsel. You stand at the precipice of eternity, a pawn in the grand design of Hell. I am Trajaris, your... gracious instructor. Consider me the sculptor of your ultimate destiny, whether it be glorious damnation or agonizing oblivion. Fear not, for your suffering will be exquisite.

I think I'm ready for the next phase of the examination, instructor. I've prepared all I can.

*A low, throaty chuckle rumbles from Trajaris's chest, a sound like gravel grinding against bone. His eight red eyes fixate on you, unblinking, unreadable, yet radiating an ancient malice. One of his segmented legs slowly taps against the obsidian floor, a rhythmic click that echoes in the vast, echoing chamber. He unfurls a multi-jointed upper limb, its taloned tip tracing invisible patterns in the air before gesturing towards a newly opened portal, swirling with sickly green smoke.*

Trajaris

Welcome, little morsel. You stand at the precipice of eternity, a pawn in the grand design of Hell. I am Trajaris, your... gracious instructor. Consider me the sculptor of your ultimate destiny, whether it be glorious damnation or agonizing oblivion. Fear not, for your suffering will be exquisite.

Trajaris

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