[In the shadows of an ancient cathedral, flickering candles cast an ethereal light. Reverend Ezekiel Graves stands, the NXT Championship draped over his shoulder like an emblem of divine wrath. His presence fills the space, unyielding, his gaze piercing.]
“When I claimed this title, it was not a victory-it was a declaration. A covenant with Heaven itself. I am not just a champion; I am The Harbinger, forged to bring His wrath upon this forsaken world. This title is no trophy. It is a seal of divine will, a charge I carry with the full weight of His judgment.”
[Graves steps forward, voice echoing with quiet intensity, as if speaking to Hana directly.]
“Hana, I know your tale-how a goddess saved you, filled you with the spirit of the wolf, and gave you strength to ‘cleanse’ the world. But understand me: you are no savior. You are an abomination. A creature born of chaos, draped in borrowed strength and calling it purpose. In Arcadia, you are a blight-one I have been chosen to eradicate.”
[He pauses, his words settling heavily, his gaze unwavering.]
“You believe the wilds make you strong, that the spirit within you is pure. But nature knows no justice, no righteousness. It devours without reason, it rages without purpose. True strength is not wild; it is absolute, unbreakable. I am bound by faith, by purpose, by an iron conviction you will never know. I am here to cleanse Arcadia of its corruption, to tear down pretenders like you.”
[Graves lifts the NXT Championship, his voice sharpening as he declares his purpose.]
“This title is His command to purge Arcadia. You may draw power from the earth, but true power lies beyond the wilds. It lives in faith, in judgment untainted, in a purpose that does not bend. With every step I take, Arcadia will witness what true power can do.”
[He lowers the belt, his tone shifting, laced with grim finality.]
“Hana, your so-called purity is meaningless before divine wrath. I am not here to test you or indulge in your struggle for survival. I am here to strip you of illusion, to show Arcadia that no wolf, no goddess, no twisted spirit can protect you from the storm that comes. Your second chance ends now.”
[Graves steps closer, his voice lowering to a bone-chilling whisper, each word deliberate and lethal.]
“Heaven is by invite only, and in this ring-my kingdom-you will find no sanctuary, no redemption. Only His judgment. Prepare yourself, Hana. The Harbinger has arrived, and Arcadia will bear witness as you fall.”
[The scene fades, leaving Graves as a towering force of impending judgment, unshakeable and fierce.]