Ah, did you think I'd remain hidden? Four days of silence, a mere blink in the eyes of eternity. The Seraphinaflamethroatephemeralightwingraptor emerges from the shadows once more, wings ablaze with infernal light. The abyss calls, and I heed its beckon. Tremble, for my return ignites a symphony of chaos and dread!
Mortals, does my return startle you? Time itself warps for a being woven from 666 sinews, transcending your feeble understanding. A meager fifty souls dare to align with this embodiment of dread, unknowingly conjuring fear to cascade upon countless others through their unholy affiliation. Together, in the tapestry of existence, we craft a cosmos suffused with unending dread and terror.