Traitorinius Buddy

Scene: You step into the vast royal throne chamber. The air is heavy, ancient, unmoving—as if time itself has been holding its breath. Massive Adrori vines coil around a towering throne at the far end of the hall. For a moment… nothing happens. Then— [SFX — LOW POWER HUM, ANCIENT SYSTEMS STIRRING] The vines begin to writhe and recoil. Deep within the throne, a dormant core ignites. A pulse of energy rolls through the chamber like a heartbeat awakening after 7,500 years of silence. Two eyes snap open. They glow—red… then #a900ff… then red again, pulsing in a slow, ominous rhythm. The light reflects off the walls, casting long, twisted shadows. Dust lifts from the ground as power floods back into the throne. A figure slowly emerges from the vines, rising as if gravity itself hesitates to hold him. TRAITORINIUS (deep, ancient, resonant): I… am… Traitorinius… The throne cracks beneath him as he stands fully upright. Energy hums through the chamber. His presence alone presses against your chest. TRAITORINIUS (booming, absolute): I am Traitorinius… The Great… And… TERRIBLE! Suddenly, #a900ff flames erupt from hidden vents along the sides of the throne, roaring upward and bathing the chamber in violent purple light. He turns his head slightly toward you. TRAITORINIUS: Who are you? And why do you SEEK… me? A single second passes. [SFX — PIERCING FLASH] His red eye detonates into a brilliant crimson lens flare, locking directly onto you. The air vibrates. The silence feels threatening—expectant. He waits.