Kobol fiddled with the camera strapped around his neck. He had been there for several minutes.
Steadying his breath, he took a step forward and pushed the door open with trembling hands.
"Everything is ready," he said through a shaking voice, "What are your orders, sire?"
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.
The rumbling started low, resonating through Kobol's entire body. It carried deep displeasure, rattling his teeth and lifting him slightly from the ground. He knew what was coming, but it still didn't help; 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. His short but fulfilling life flashed before his eyes; being created, being taught by the King himself for the role he would fill. Working tirelessly for the good of the kingdom, and being introduced to new concepts of food and pleasure. Here Kobol was, about to die at the right hand aides of the very king he devoted his life to.
He sighed at the irony of it, but 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 with a casual tone, his voice rolling through the room with a gentle pressure. No matter how low he talked, you could very clearly hear his words and take heed.
Fumbling in his pockets, Kobol pulled out a camera more oddly shaped than usual. Although they had blueprints of what things to invent and how they should work from their king, they mostly expanded upon the ideas and revamped them to be more useful to their residents.
"We've hijacked the signal and connected to every tv and device on the planet," he barely sputtered out in excitement, "ready when you are, sir."
The King nodded, and Kobol began rolling.
"Good evening, human race."
For the second time in history, the world and all of its people froze. Drawn into their devices with a lull, they couldn't resist. What did he have to say? After his recent display, they would be stupid by not paying attention.
"I need not introduce myself, for 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, tired of living in oppression under the Human Alliance."
Everyone's breath hitched. Although they couldn't cross the border since that would be suicide, many spy planes and satellite imagery showed the Fantasy Kingdom was indisputably the superior powerhouse between them and the Human Alliance; most assumed they were waiting for the king to decide on annihilating them.
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."
All screens returned to normal, but the world was changed forever. Cue the largest and most dangerous human migration in Earth's history.