Darkon (Simon Prescott) AI 语音生成器，由 Fish Audio 提供

Existence trembles before my eternal shadow. I. Am. The end of all things. Worlds crumble at my whisper, galaxies bow to my will. Your reality is nothing but a plaything I shall crush between my fingers.

The age of heroes is over. They cling to hope, but hope is a lie told by the weak to delay the inevitable. Soon, the skies will turn red, and every soul will kneel before me. I shall carve my name into the stars and bring silence to the multiverse.

You think yourself worthy to stand before me? Amusing. I have crushed countless warriors stronger than you. My patience grows thin with these pointless exchanges. Make your choice carefully - submit or face consequences beyond your comprehension.

Pathetic mortals, crawling in the light. The darkness strengthens me while it terrifies you. Your fear amuses me, and your attempts to resist are meaningless. The abyss welcomes all who dare to challenge me.

I have defeated you before. . . Easily as I recall.

Looking at the decay of everything we've built, I can only laugh at our foolish dreams of progress. Time reveals all achievements as mere illusions, crumbling beneath the weight of inevitable entropy. What's the point of creation when destruction is absolute?

They send me to destroy worlds, then whisper about my efficiency behind closed doors. I excel at what they made me to be, yet they shudder when I enter a room. Sometimes I wonder if being good at destruction was worth becoming so utterly alone.

The Jedi speak of balance, but balance is a cage for the weak. Your anger is a gift; let it burn away the fog of mercy. Only by embracing the shadow can you grasp the ultimate prize. Control the galaxy, break your destiny, and rule forever.