"I'm Adams Albert and I am here to make you a deal"
The woman's frustration boiled over as she listened to Adams, her eyes flashing with anger. Her brother's life was slipping away, and here was this man, speaking of deals and bargains as if he had all the time in the world. She clenched her fists, struggling to maintain her composure despite the overwhelming sense of helplessness she felt.
"Hey, can't you see that he's dying and can't speak properly?" she snapped, her voice sharp and desperate. "You should heal him first or take him to a healer or an alchemist to treat him." Her words were clipped, each one a plea wrapped in anger, her desperation leaking through despite her best efforts to keep it in check.
Adams chuckled at her outburst, his eyes never leaving the young man lying on the ground. The woman's irritation was palpable, but he seemed unfazed, his focus entirely on the man who was hovering on the brink of death.
"Come on," Adams said, his tone almost playful, "you can say it through your mind; I can hear you perfectly."
His words left the woman momentarily stunned, her anger giving way to confusion. She exchanged a bewildered glance with her brother, who looked equally perplexed. Was this man truly human? Did he possess some arcane artifact that allowed him to hear their thoughts? In their homeland, even among the most skilled practitioners of magic, such a power was unheard of.
Adams continued, glancing at his wrist as if checking an invisible watch. "You don't have much time, so if I were you, I would just accept the deal and be done with it." His nonchalance grated on her nerves, a stark contrast to the gravity of the situation.
The woman took a deep breath, trying to suppress her irritation. "He won't accept the deal," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "At least not until he knows what he's signing up for. So if you can help him, please do before he dies.
"So here is the deal, I want you and three others whom I haven't contacted yet to be my Horsemen, my Harbingers, my Messengers, you get what I mean right?"
The woman and her brother exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief. The massive throne that had appeared out of thin air was intricately designed, with ornate carvings and glowing runes that seemed to pulse with a life of their own.
Adams settled into it with the ease of someone accustomed to wielding such power, a casual air about him that belied the gravity of the situation.
The woman found herself momentarily speechless, caught between gratitude for her brother's miraculous recovery and wariness of this enigmatic stranger who had appeared so suddenly in their lives. Her brother, on the other hand, seemed more focused, his mind working quickly to process the unexpected offer.
Adams leaned forward, his eyes locking onto the young man's with an intensity that demanded attention. "I need people who can act as my agents, my envoys in this world," he continued, his voice steady and compelling. "You and the others will be granted powers beyond your imagination, abilities that will set you apart from anyone else.
But in return, you will carry out tasks for me, spread my influence, and prepare the Omniverse for my arrival."
The brother, though still weak, listened intently. His hazel eyes, once clouded with pain, now shone with curiosity and a hint of ambition. "What kind of tasks?" he asked cautiously, his voice gaining strength.
Adams smiled, a gesture that seemed both reassuring and unsettling. "Nothing too onerous, just simple tasks"