The Raven King woke up in a cell. He was dizzy, tired. His head rang like a bell. Once it stopped, with nothing but ambience roaming his ears, he heard something else. Whirring, beeping, like a machine. It was around him, it was...in him. Suddenly, the speakers in the top corners of the room rang. "Welcome. We've been observing your skills, and we think that you would provide a lot of use for us."
He felt something on the back of his neck, a bump.
"I see you noticed the bomb surgically implanted into your spinal cord. Disobey us, and this room will be painted a fresh coat of red. Now, do as we say, and I think both of us can be benefited..."