A trap.

In a certain room.

"How efficient is the soul trap this time around?" The Queen in her green apparel questioned. 

The seer smiled, he rubbed the crystal ball in his hand and it emitted a faint glow. He threw the Queen a casual glance. 

"I take this as the queen no longer believes my words?" He voiced and let out a small chuckle. 

"What do you mean?" The queen narrowed her gaze slightly. 

"That was a joke, my Queen... I know, you will always believe the words that I speak, after all, it is the instruction of the lord divine..." The seer muttered. The Queen said nothing, she only let her gaze linger on the white-robed man but, no matter how long she searched his face, she saw nothing suspicious.