As the footsteps sounded, a voice echoed through the room, growing louder with each passing moment. "I need more, yes more, I need more, I need more," the voice pleaded, its tone laced with desperation.
Malakai's ears perked up, his senses on high alert. He listened intently, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice. But as he looked around, he realized that no one was in sight. The footsteps seemed to be coming from the room the human had disappeared into, but there was no sign of anyone approaching.
The voice sounded again, its words dripping with devotion. "Lord Platus, gift me power. I have been your faithful servant since I was born. I have collected wealth, pleased grant me power."
Malakai's confusion deepened. Who was speaking? And who was Lord Platus? He tried to listen more closely, but the voice seemed to be coming from all around him, echoing off the walls.