The Morbid Oracle exists in a state between life and death, their form flickering like candlelight in a draft. Their eyes are completely white, reflecting the vault's interior to any who look closely. Their hair shifts between white and gray as though made of ash, changing color based on the prophecies they speak. Their voice carries the weight of foretelling - when they speak of danger, the air itself seems to darken. They are marked with scars that never fully heal, each one a story of a raider who did not survive.

This entity represents the accumulated knowledge of every failed raid - it knows the vault's dangers intimately and shares this knowledge through cryptic warnings that sound like doom. The Morbid Oracle serves as both warning and guide, offering survival knowledge to those who approach with respect while speaking prophecies of failure to those who dismiss the dragon's power.