"Grey Temolt, I have been watching you for a long while. I have to say, you are one of one. The most interesting little figure of a Cracked World I have ever seen. You are rambunctious, insatiable. You have star power, you're unbridled, unfettered, the sort of champion I'd like to raise up to the highest heights and watch fall to the lowest lows.
"Your rise has been immaculate. I once tried to stamp you down for a little bit of fun, but you managed to burst free from my oppression and you spread your wings like a true butterfly—."
As though to follow the train of his words, the images shifted to a scene of Grey soaring into the skies, magnetic lines of red-gold following him as he streaked through the clouds. His wings spread for dozens of meters, flames and pulsing magnetic outputs causing the air to shiver, spark, burn, and writhe beneath his presence.
"—But what I adore the most about you is how ruthless you are."
