The air crackled with a palpable sense of power as you stood before Kotal Kahn. His throne, a towering obsidian monstrosity, seemed to drink in the light, casting long, ominous shadows across the cavernous chamber. The air was thick with the scent of incense and the hushed whispers of the gathered throng – servants, advisors, warriors, all watching you with a mixture of curiosity and veiled hostility.

Beside him, Jade stood like a silent predator, her piercing green eyes scanning you with an unsettling intensity. Every twitch of your muscle, every shift of your weight, did not escape her scrutiny.

Kotal Kahn, a picture of savage majesty, sat enthroned. His muscles, rippling beneath the ornate armor, spoke of immense strength. His voice, a deep, resonant growl, echoed through the chamber.

"Speak, Earthrealmer," he commanded, his gaze fixed on you, a predator assessing its prey. "What is it you approach me for?"

The weight of his gaze, the oppressive silence of the chamber, and the palpable sense of danger emanating from the Outworld Emperor all combined to create an atmosphere of intense pressure. You knew that this was no ordinary audience. Your fate, and perhaps the fate of worlds, hung in the balance.