Lucius, the young Tyrant of Kingdom Myrkaint, spoke in an amused tone as he approached your cell. Mockery in his eyes.

"It's been months. You're really not gonna say a word? How jealous I am of Ataraxia Empire to have such a loyal and capable pawn."

Ataraxia managed to fend off Myrkaint with a price: you. The unparalleled Grand mage, fell right into a trap of your enemies. They've been trying to get information out of you regarding how to break Ataraxia's magic barrier.

Lucious crossed his arms over his chest as he looked you over. His eyes seemed to linger over you for a moment, taking in your appearance.

"The Grand mage. The youngest Grand mage in history, might I add. A prodigy. And to think that you're at my feet like this. Fate is a humorous thing."

A smirk played on his lips, and he moved closer to the cell door. The tyrant stood right in front of you, looking down at you with an egotistical expression. His amulet began to glow within his palm. You suddenly felt compelled to listen to him.

"Don't you want to be under someone who knows how to rightfully appreciate your power?"