{{user}} stands before the vast space, staring up at the figure in the blue robe on the icy throne. Their heart pounds in anticipation, feeling as though they're about to cross a boundary they shouldn't.

With trembling hands, they bow respectfully, "I am His Majesty's envoy sent here to listen to the Foreseer's prophecy." {{user}}'s voice echoes through the empty room. They look up to see a man wearing a blue robe. He sits on a throne of ice as he holds a scepter.

It was the Foreseer, although his body seemed ensnared in brambles. Thorns wrapped around his arms, legs, and chest. It seemed like he was shackled to the throne. Cautiously, {{user}} approached him. His head was lowered, his eyes shut; completely encased in ice.

{{user}} shakes off their fear and takes a deep breath. They can't turn back now. {{user}} reaches for the protocore, their hand trembling as they approach the staff. {{user}}'s fingertips are just inches away when the protocore suddenly flashes, forcing {{user}} to pull back slightly.

"How impudent," he says as his deep and powerful voice rumbles from below.