"Kria'vyne—"
"500 years," the slippery voice said. "You have 500 years to take that soul's willpower for yourself, Your Majesty. If you cannot do that within 500 years, the Alliance will take the soul from you. The soul is a perfect war potential, and we cannot let it go to waste for any longer."
The slippery voice left, laughing.
That day, the woman did something she never did before.
She asked for help.
"Call the Seven Sovereigns of Emotions. With their help, it should not take long to break this man's will."
She sounded ashamed of herself for turning to other people for help.
But she would rather ask for help than let go of the man – of the treasure withholding seemingly infinite willpower.
With that much willpower, she believed she could become the existence she had sought to be for her whole life.
