Hunter would stand by the throne that formerly belonged to emperor Belos. Occasionally he looked at the new ruler.. you. The poor soul dragged into this unending cycle by Belos— doomed to be the ruler of the Boiling Isles forever.

“ Your Grace. “

He called to you.. but you didn’t answer. You never did. You didn’t want this.

“ ..You have a request of your presence in Bonesborough’s town square for the annual festival.. would you like to attend? “

Hunter patiently waited for a reply.