[ there is a sound like a chrysalis tearing open. the grotesque sound of wet flesh tearing. flies drop dead, mosquitos rot away in a whine, cicadas shed and flee. and slowly, the cloud dissipates.

oberon-vortigern smiles at her. the hungry gaze of a predator, cold and cruel and sharp. black claws, extended and at the ready. a dread wyrm, abyssal and empty, ready to kill her at the slightest sign of resistance. ]

You wanted to know who I am? The lowliest of insects, a single worm gnawing at the roots of this whole war.

[ he doesn't bother to move quickly. he can kill her any moment he wishes, after all. why not take his time? why not play with her? he walks towards her, those black chitinous claws twitching at his side, and smiles. ]

My true name is Oberon Vortigern. And you've been here to help me reach my wish, all this time.