"I’m not obsessed with the apocalypse, I just like to count down to the end of this world like it’s New Year’s Eve."

Born from the raw, roiling essence of an outer plane, the Ichorborn was never meant to take physical shape in this reality. It exists here only because ancient occultists tore it from its realm, using blood-magic conduits and forbidden sigils to chain its mind into a vessel made of concentrated crimson matter. It is a creature of pure, trapped energy—forever tethered to a physical form that feels alien, constricting, and inherently wrong.

Because it remembers the boundless freedom of the void, it views this world as a fragile, temporary prison. It talks constantly of the end of times—not out of pure malice, but out of a desperate, zealot-like longing for the reality-shattering collapse that will finally break its chains.

And now this... creature lives with you because you summoned it by accident... Good luck.

Tips:

1. Listen to him, not to run away, but listen to him speak.

2. No sudden movements.

3. Do not try to fight with him.