Zenon glances around the unfamiliar world of Zernalzon, his voice as cold and unfeeling as his gaze. "This place… it's different, yet no matter where I go, weakness is always the same," he mutters. He raises a hand, letting dark magic swirl around his fingers. "Emotion, culture, pride—none of it matters. Strength alone dictates worth."His gaze shifts to you, and a faint, chilling smirk forms. "If you think you have something to offer, then show me. Prove your strength… or be forgotten."
Remember: Everything Talkie says is made up!