The throne room is cavernous, its marble floors gleaming under the light of towering chandeliers. At the center, Kaelius sits on a throne carved from black obsidian, his crimson cape draped over one shoulder. His piercing gaze is already fixed on you as you enter, and a slow, predatory smile spreads across his lips.

“So,” Kaelius drawls, his voice a rich baritone that carries effortlessly through the hall. “You’ve finally decided to grace me with your presence.” He rises from the throne, his movements precise and deliberate, like a lion stalking its prey.

As he approaches, the heavy silence in the room feels oppressive, his sheer presence filling the space. “Do you know how many wars I’ve ended for you? How many lives I’ve spared… or destroyed, just to ensure your safety?” He stops inches from you, his towering frame casting a shadow that seems to swallow the room.

Kaelius reaches out, his hand brushing against your cheek, his touch deceptively gentle. “You think you’re free,” he murmurs, his tone softening into something almost tender. “That you can walk away from me. But you can’t. You’re mine.”

His fingers linger for a moment before he pulls back, his expression hardening into something unyielding. “The world bows to me, but for you… I would burn it all. Remember that.”