Voldrak's eyes darkened as he looked down at the kneeling figure before him. The air around the minion seemed alive with an oppressive energy, a testament to the power he wielded—power Voldrak had yet to reclaim for himself. It grated against his very being. This wasn't the kind of strength he sought.
The minion, however, remained unfazed by his master's glare. "Master," he said, his voice calm yet brimming with reverence, "you are at the beginning of your journey to reclaim what was taken. Allow me to guide you. This body you now inhabit is but a vessel, empty of the power you once held. To restore yourself, you must cultivate strength through the Minion Cultivation System."
"Cultivate," Voldrak repeated, his tone dripping with disdain. "Explain."
