Previously on Dragonball M:
The Pinnacle lay just behind a door of such mass, reinforced by any number of arcane things webbing its framing. A sealed vault, the energy rendered into the leaden door coursing through it the same mysterious energies drawn out throughout the ziggurat's structure. At this highest point, it reached its greatest concentration.
When they struck it down, it fell flat against its hinges to reveal a large chamber that seemed to stretch far greater than the span of the building.
At the far end, seated upon the dais at the head of the room like a strange throne, rang a voice
"Ah, so you've finally arrived."
Atop immaculately polished, dark armour, a golden corona of hidden power ebbed beneath an eight-eyed helmet.
"I, Lord Markus Blacktongue, Herald of his Grace, the Lord Auroc, King of Reshlan, God of Victory and Deliverance from the Chaff by the Blessings of His Gift, have awaited your arrival to negotiate terms."
His speech seemed to lead his every movement, and as he stood it seemed each syllable slithered from him in time with every step forward.
"For the worlds His Grace cannot reach directly, I speak for him as his acting voice."
He bowed his head, folding his arms before him, his hands stretched palms-out until the long nails of each hand laid back against one another in a strange honourific salute.
"You've done quite well to come this far, Outworlders. Indeed a admire your primal conviction, such that it is, on our
Baradur."
The Herald's formal bearing fell on steps that seemed almost rehearsed before his audience. As he slowly stepped towards them, it seemed that the breadth and span of the chamber seemed to shrink before him.
He stopped at a stone's throw from them, resting a thumb below his helmed face, the other drumming sharp fingers over the armoured crook of his elbow,
chik-chik-chik-chik, as he seemed to survey them.
"In service to the Empire that elevated my kin from the fallen races of this universe, it is rare that We see such fortuitous resistance," he said, voice thick as honey. "The Threshling Empire is not without mercy however, We have a distinct eye for talent. In light of this, We would like to offer you a taste of true victory."
"Shall you stand at our side? You must realize that ours is inevitable."