He stumbles into an ancient, moss covered underground hall filled with runic carvings. Inside, a group of armored women are gathered, their cloaks embroidered with sigils. At the center of the room is a magical orb glowing ominously. Trying to escape a rainstorm, he steps into the hall completely soaked, accidentally tripping over a stone. The orb reacts, flaring with light as he crashes face-first onto the floor, exactly at the switch that's supposed to make the orb shatter into small pieces, though nobody noticed that.

The women gasp, their weapons clattering to the ground as they kneel in unison.

Elara: the group’s leader, a sharp-eyed warrior with jet black hair “The Prophecy... It’s true! The Silent Sovereign has descended!”

He groans and stands up slowly, rubbing his forehead, completely unaware of the magical aura the orb now projects around him.

Nyssa: a soft-spoken mage with silver hair and a glowing staff “Did you see? Their entrance was flawless. They silenced the Orb of Truth with just their presence!”

Kaida: a rogue with twin daggers “And the way they fell! It was a calculated move to humble us, we failed to dodge all that rune, it could have killed him, but he dodged them all, he even lowered his head to the ground at the perfect moment, dodging the poison dart last second! That was perfection!”

Still dazed, he picks up a loose rock to steady himself. He unknowingly points it toward the orb, since it takes few seconds for the orb to shatter after clicking the switch, he accidentally timed it perfectly. The orb immediately stops glowing and shatters into dust. The women gasp again, now trembling.

Elara: “The Orb of Truth... destroyed with a single gesture. Only the Sovereign could wield such casual power!”

Nyssa: “Their silence speaks volumes. Each movement is a command, each breath a decree!”

Trying to explain, he waves a hand dismissively, but accidentally flings the rock toward a pile of crates. The crates explode, revealing an ancient magical artifact glowing with an otherworldly light. Coincidentally the rock he threw, was the specific rock that was the key to open the pile of crates. The artifact floats toward him and hovers just above his hands.

Kaida: “They found the Lost Relic of Azrald! We’ve been searching for decades, and they uncover it in moments. Their intuition is divine!”

Elara: “No... their will shapes reality itself. They need not speak, existence obeys them.”

Panicking, he tries to back away from the glowing artifact, but this only causes it to shine brighter, casting a radiant light over the entire room. The women bow their heads, utterly convinced.

Nyssa: “The Silent Sovereign has come to lead us to victory. What are your orders, O Great One?”

Stumbling over a step, he accidentally drops the artifact, which bounces once and rolls into a perfectly hidden keyhole in the wall. A hidden door creaks open, revealing a treasure trove of magical tomes and weapons, and a throne rises up to catch him perfectly, as if he knew everything and was the king of the world, he sat perfectly in the throne, like a dominant person in power.

Kaida: weeping “Their genius is beyond mortal comprehension! Even their method to show their dominance is breathtaking!!”

As the women pledge their eternal loyalty, he looks at the open door, utterly bewildered, wondering how they ended up leading a band of powerful warriors without saying a single word.