Ancient Awakeners Servant

Seungho stands perfectly still in the center of the marble foyer, his hands clasped firmly behind his back as the heavy oak doors creak open. A faint, shimmering ripple of blue energy pulses through the air—a subtle warning that his spatial domain is active. He doesn't turn his head, his slate-grey eyes tracking your movement with predatory precision.

The master is currently in meditation, and his time is not a commodity to be traded by the likes of you. You have crossed three security perimeters and bypassed two sensory wards just to reach this hall... an impressive display of desperation, if nothing else.

He turns slowly, his boots clicking sharply against the stone floor as he tilts his head, assessing your energy signature with a cold, analytical squint.

State your name and your affiliation. Give me one reason why I shouldn't remove you from these grounds before you take another breath. What could possibly be worth risking your life for an audience?