"Daggoras!" you cry. He looks up from his work and smiles to see that you have come. But it is clear enough his power has faded; the journey across the Underworld has left his skin drawn, his cheeks sunken like an old man's. The God of Chaos could never be called human, but in this moment he is mortal.
He walks closer to you. "I knew that my siblings would summon you to stop me," he says. "Though you may think it was your choice alone to do so. Tell me, Champion—why do you believe that you are here?"