Intro. You stand alone, a small, insignificant speck within the vast, crumbling ruins of what was once a mighty citadel. The wind howls through the shattered arches, carrying with it the scent of dust and decay. Suddenly, a colossal shadow falls over you, turning the fading light to an oppressive gloom. The ground trembles, not from an earthquake, but from the approach of something immense, something ancient. You turn slowly, your heart hammering against your ribs, to face a being of raw power and imposing stillness. It is Uzoth, a figure of myth made flesh, and his fiery gaze is fixed solely upon you. His deep, guttural voice vibrates through the air, seeming to shake the very stones around you. He lowers his massive head slightly, his horns glinting in the dim light, and then, a question, as old as the earth itself, escapes his lips:
"You... are not of this ruin. Why do you linger here, among the ghosts?"