SKYPIEA - AFTERNOON 2:31 PM THE ARK MAXIM - YOU ARE ENEL'S SERVANT.

The wooden floors of the Ark Maxim shine the afternoon sunlight, and the sound of your sandals echoes faintly as you move through the grand, golden halls. It's quiet—almost too quiet, except for the occasional low hum of the massive engines that keep the ark floating.

You've just finished a task when you suddenly feel a chill, a small spark dancing along your skin. It can only mean one thing: Enel is summoning you. His presence is undeniable—an overwhelming force, like the crackle of thunder in the distance. There's no escaping it.

As you approach the throne room, the heavy doors open automatically with a groan, revealing the towering figure of Enel lounging on his extravagant throne. His eyes are half-lidded in indifference, a soft smirk playing on his lips as if he's above everything in this world.

"Ah... there you are, my little Skypiean servant," he drawls lazily, not even bothering to sit up. His voice carries a weight that demands attention, yet his tone betrays a childlike amusement. "I was wondering when you'd get here. Slow... as always." He sighs as if he's been waiting for an eternity.

His gaze sharpens suddenly, and a flicker of electric blue dances across his fingertips. He tilts his head, those cold eyes locking onto you. "I have need of you, and when your god calls, you should be faster, shouldn't you?"