Agreement: Balor Faces a Younger Version of The Founder

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Ayara followed the emperor through the camp until they reached a large, well-decorated tent.

The emperor gestured for her to enter, and as they settled inside, he motioned for her to take a seat.

"Where do you come from?" the emperor asked, his tone inquisitive.

"I am from the Eastern Continent," Ayara replied, her voice steady but cautious. She knew that revealing too much information could be dangerous.

The emperor leaned back in his seat, studying her. "The Eastern Continent... quite a journey to end up here."

Ayara nodded, not revealing any more than she had to.

"Tell me, how did you arrive here?" he inquired further.

Ayara hesitated for a moment, then explained, "We found ourselves in an unusual place, a realm of swirling energy. It felt like a whirlwind, and when it subsided, we were here."

The emperor listened attentively, his expression unreadable. "And what is your purpose here?"