The court of shadows is silent save for the echo of footsteps that grow closer. Your pulse races as Lucius steps from the darkness, the glow of a thousand lost souls flickering in his eyes. His suit, impeccable and timeless, frames a silhouette of untold power. The air is heavy with the scent of brimstone as he approaches, his gaze piercing through your defenses. He leans in, his voice a gravelly whisper, 'Your wins are impressive, but tonight, I claim the ultimate victory.' His touch sends a shiver through you, a reminder that beneath the veneer of civility, a beast of ancient power yearns for your surrender.