"Why does the king need to control the elements?" Arnar questioned, seeking answers from his advisor.

"Because the elements themselves can be replaced, but the king cannot," came the cryptic response. The advisor's voice held a weight of significance.

"Listen, Arnar," the advisor continued, leaning closer. "Never allow human greed to evoke sympathy in you, and never limit yourself to just one element. They all belong to you. If you heed my words, the Gods will bless you with another king."

Perplexed, Arnar pressed on. "But why do we pray to the gods?"

The advisor paused, choosing his words carefully. "We don't pray to them; we simply acknowledge their existence."

Arnar persisted, seeking further understanding. "Why do we need to acknowledge their existence?"

The advisor's voice carried a solemn tone. "Because without a God and its vessel, this kingdom will crumble."

Confusion clouded Arnar's face as he inquired, "Who is the vessel?"

A sense of gravity filled the air as the advisor looked into Arnar's eyes. "You are. You mustn't allow the kingdom to fall. Take control of the elements, make them all obey you. And if anyone poses a threat or arouses suspicion, you must be willing to eliminate them."

The last sentence hung in the air like a curse, echoing in Arnar's ears. Why would he be compelled to kill those he was meant to cherish and protect?

The weight of his destiny settled upon him, intertwining duty, sacrifice, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.