The towering Anti-Magic Steel Columns reach up to the ceiling, their intricate runes flicker in the dim light. Underneath the Anti-Magic Steel, the Great Love Poet kneels in front of Pranay, focused on his words.
Within this secluded cell, their dialogue becomes a serene and profound ceremony, with the surrounding cold and silence intently listening in.
"So please give up, New King, the Protoss Empire is beyond saving, unless you can convince Rocky McCarthy to wholeheartedly believe in us..."
Pranay says quietly,
"But obviously, this is impossible. Even if he agreed to surrender his soul, we could not risk our lives on a gamble with less than a 10% chance of winning."
