"Are you sure that's what you saw?"
"Yes, your majesty, almost a fourth of the entire Kaksan Forest is plagued by a relentless black miasma. It devours the very life of the forest, although the process is gradual, the fact that it shows no sign of stopping is deeply concerning."
The man knelt before his queen his heart heavy with the weight of the dire situation he had uncovered. His once-steadfast composure wavered, and red-rimmed eyes threatened to spill tears.
The intense pressure emanating from the being before him was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was as if his very blood had become a voice, compelling him to accept the undeniable truth that the being before him was an entity he could never hope to approach.
To this enigmatic sovereign, he must be obedient and offer unwavering praise. His entire existence seemed to scream out, commanding him to serve her, to devote himself entirely to her will.