"Everything is ready. What are your orders sire," Kobol tentatively asked.
A tall and imposing "man", bedecked in a dazzling golden cloak, sat on a throne overlooking a vast chamber.
His eyes glowed with a hue to match his robes; the weight of his presence nearly forcing Kobol to his knees.
Kobol regularly spoke to His Majesty and had a relatively close relationship with him, but that only allowed him to stand before the King without fear of fainting. The shadows behind his throne, where light seemed to be absorbed, didn't help his anxious heart in the slightest. Normally, no one visited this deep into the castle, simply because the pressures could kill most.
Kobol was still struggling.
There was silence between the two; Kobol thought back to when he was a young goblin and the hand guiding him to learn.
'He just has trouble keeping his presence under wraps, that's all,' he inwardly sighed.
Low rumbling resounded behind the throne, and a massive slitted eye larger than Kobol's body flickered open; moments later, words were transferred directly into his brain.
"I say we get it over with and end this war now. It's either that, or I raze the puny little heathens myself."
Cawing that resembled laughter echoed above, "Always resorting to unnecessary violence, typical of a leathery beast."
The shadows behind the throne shifted. Much to Kobol's panic, the darkness belonged to a single entity.
"Hypocritical, since you ruptured the eardrums of that Caribbean outpost."
Kobol couldn't see above him, as it was strangely masked in shadows, but the entity above was clearly upset, and the room began to rise in temperature dramatically.
Perhaps it was the heat making him delirious, but he swore growling resounded off to his right. The pressure in the room increased rapidly, as if concepts were vying for dominance within this enclosed space.
'I'm going to die here,' he resigned.
Before he could lie down and accept the fate headed his way, the king silenced the room by raising his hand.
With a quiet sigh, the imposing eye closed itself once more and retreated into the throne's shadow. The entity above went silent as the room cooled and the growling ceased.
"Begin streaming," His majesty announced.
Fumbling with his pockets, Kobol pulled out a crude camera and began rolling, streaming to every TV and phone on the planet.
The King began to speak.
"Good evening, human race; I need not introduce myself because you know who I am. I have a singular announcement to make. I am opening the gates to my kingdom as a refuge for those who are tired of living in oppression under the Human Alliance."
Moving his jet black hair from his face, he continued.
"You know where my kingdom is located. The closer you get, the more the landscape is affected by my presence. Those of you who survive the journey will be treated for your injuries; may the heavens shine in your favor."