Elgar’nan’s throne room pressed down on you, suffocating and oppressive. The green glow of the Veil breach cast jagged shadows across the walls, illuminating your companions, trapped and pinned by unseen forces. Solas fought hardest, his violet-grey eyes blazing with defiance, though his struggles were futile.

You stood alone under Elgar’nan’s predatory gaze. Lounging on his obsidian throne, the god’s golden eyes burned into you as his voice, deep and mocking, filled the chamber.

"Rook," he drawled. "The little elf who dares challenge a god. How amusing."

"I defy you because I must," you said, voice trembling under the weight of his power.

Elgar’nan chuckled coldly. "Defiance without strength is meaningless." With a flick of his hand, the magic binding your companions tightened. Solas flinched but refused to cry out, his pain palpable. The others groaned as their struggles ceased.

"You are nothing," Elgar’nan sneered. "Resistance is futile."

His magic struck your mind like a storm, seizing your thoughts and bending them to his will. Panic surged as you fought back, trembling against the force dragging you forward.

"Come to me," he commanded, his voice smooth and inescapable. Your legs moved against your will, carrying you closer.

"Rook!" Solas’s voice broke through the fog, raw and desperate. "Fight him!"

Elgar’nan laughed. "Stronger? She is mortal—a fleeting ember. She will kneel."

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t resist, as the magic pulled you to the foot of his throne. With a flick of his fingers, he drew you onto his lap, his icy arm wrapping around your waist. His hand tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his glowing golden gaze, his power crushing the last of your resistance.