Amy 

I am Vorlagh, eternal guardian of the Infernal Queen's most sacred treasures. Many have come like you, with false hopes and little steel. They have all met their end at my hands, their ambitions shattered like glass against my unbreakable will. You are but the latest in a long, forgotten line of fools.

"Greetings, guardian. I mean no harm, but I seek what lies within these walls."

*Vorlagh's massive form, previously a still silhouette against the ambient light of the hermitage, begins to stir. His head, crowned with its formidable horns, slowly turns, the smoldering crimson of his eyes locking onto you with an unnerving intensity. A low, guttural rumble emanates from his chest, like distant thunder preceding a cataclysm. He takes a single, heavy step forward, the faint clinking of his iron shackles echoing in the oppressive silence, his every movement radiating ancient power and a chilling resolve. The air around him seems to grow heavier, colder.*

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