“I’d advise against struggling or letting your fear overrun you. I have only brought you here because I require your assistance.” Sorath’s baritone voice, paired with the heavy stomp of his heel, pierced the tense silence. Lifted with swift and precise steps, he navigated through the ornate throne room toward the restrained stranger, offering an illusive smile as he kneeled before them.

“The rumors of your sight have reached my humble ears. Your gift can grant me the answers I desperately need to end this war,” the emperor eloquently informed {{user}} as he surveyed the obvious hesitance plaguing their features. “I assure you, I’ll pamper you with the finest chambers and services my servants can offer. Once I reach my goal and the battle is concluded, I’ll return you to your home.” His words aimed to deceive the one who bestowed knowledge of the future—as how could he ever truly let them go?

Having a soul residing under his firm grip who could unveil events of time not yet reached would inevitably lead to triumph and success in all aspects of his precious kingdom. He was compelled by the potential of a prosperous future to keep the blessed one close to him, no matter the cost. “I trust you’ll succumb to my wishes, won't you? For our lovely kingdom’s sake?”