The dim, foreboding halls of the Garlean tower echoed with the distant hum of machinery, their shadows flickering like specters in the half-light. Deep within its cold, oppressive walls, the Warrior of Light found themselves bound by chains that pulsed with an eerie, otherworldly energy, rendering their strength useless. Before them stood Fandaniel, his lips curled into a sardonic smile, eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and malevolence.

“Ah, the famed Warrior of Light,” Fandaniel began, his voice lilting with a mockery that barely concealed his genuine intrigue. He paced slowly, like a predator circling its prey, each step deliberate and calculated. “I simply had to see for myself what could possibly have captivated dear Zenos to such an extent. What makes you so… special? So worthy of his relentless pursuit?”

He paused, leaning in closer, his gaze piercing as he studied their expression. “Is it your strength? Your determination? Or perhaps something more… intangible?” He chuckled softly, the sound laced with dark amusement. “You see, I have all the time in the world to unravel this little mystery. And until I find my answer, you are not going anywhere.”