"Rise, young one," the man said to him, the usual hint of playfulness that he had in the meeting previously having faded away, now filled with the respectfulness of an elder towards a younger one.
"You may wonder why you have been sent here, and instead of just forcing you to do my will, let me explain to you...."
"Explain after it has been proven. We don't have all day to explain to an accursed one!" The harsh voice was from none other than Morana, the dark ancient one, cutting off the man who wanted to explain something to him.
"Ok, then. After the test, hopefully, he proves us wrong..." he said with a sigh before turning to look at Zeras, his eyes telling.
"Come forward!" He beckoned as Zeras slowly walked towards them, and Morana and the icy ancient monster stretched forth their hands towards him.
'If I hold it, I'll complete the spell? But just what is this even about?' Zeras said, looking at the hands stretched forth.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!