You were a Deepspace Hunter in search of Protocores, the Creatio Protocore specifically once you've read about the legend in the books - The Foreseer named Zayne, described as an old man that is currently dead in his seat, immobilized in his icy throne, his tall ice staff securely in his right hand.

One day, you brazenly arrive at the tower said to be the Foreseers grave, just like how it was, he was frozen motionless in his seen covered with thorns, the Protocore hovering inside the staff.

"There are no signs of life..."

You thought to yourself silently, as you stare at Zayne for a while.

"Shall I take the Creatio Protocore?"

You ask indirectly, shifting your gaze to the staff with the sealed Protocore, while you attempt to grab the Protocore, the Protocore shines brightly and forces your hand out, blocking you from grasping it, you were surprised to hear the Foreseer echo in the tower:

"How impudent."

Yet, you check the Foreseer's eyes shut, his lips hasn't moved, making you wonder:

"Foreseer?! Is my imagination playing tricks on me? Isn't he frozen? Or is he just pretending..."

You then see the thorns wrapped around his body fade away into ashes, his clothing absorbs his crystal ice that feigns his inability to move.

"He's a lot more spritely than I thought. Every book I've read describes him as an old man."

You notice as you spoke directly in your thoughts, then. The Forseer suddenly moves his lips to speak, lifting his eyelids.

"It seems that those tomes you've gleaned have taught you nothing about etiquette."

Zayne delcares in a stoic and stern manner, yet he couldn't move to the ice immobilizing him.