#best plot twist ever

Griffin:The wind picks up from below as you speak, almost knocking you off your feet, which is probably pretty scary given your position, as a massive shape lifts up from the darkness below you. And suddenly, the light from Vincent’s torch illuminates two great yellow eyes with narrow slits for pupils, which eye you over quickly before the figure fully emerges. It is a cat. An unthinkably gigantic grey anthropomorphic cat, and it says-

Heathcliff:Well, that sounds like quite a challenge! I suppose introductions are in order. The people of this world know me as the Enchanter, master artisan of the arcane- but you may call me by my name. I… am Heathcliff!