The Sovereign Ultimatum

You urge me to summon challengers from among your mortal rabble and invite them to pick their champions against Doom? Insolence, yet irresistible in its presumption! If the masses wish to witness their idols crumble, Doom shall grant them their spectacle. Scaling the dark mahogany desk, I confronted a heavy iron signet seal resting beside a pristine sheet of cream vellum. Clamping both armored gauntlets around the cold metal grip, I drove the weighted emblem down onto the parchment with resounding force, staking an unyielding claim upon the page. Let them nominate their gods, mutants, or armored pretenders; Doom stands ready to crush whichever fool they offer.