"There certainly is something you can help with. The problem we have is called the Morna Istar. This practitioner of the dark arts and forbidden rites of necromancy has escaped his prison. Now he's probably building his army of the dead, quickly growing in power. "
Archibald steps forward to a computer screen and opens a map. On this map seven planets, quite far away from eachother, were highlighted.
" It used to be the Office's task to keep the universe safe from threats like him, but his frequent escapes have eventually caused our downfall. He escaped from these seven different prisons and killed all other Wardens, only I remain."
He walks over to another screen, a desolate wasteland can be seen.
"We tried to kill him, many times in fact. But the truth is, a necromancer never truly dies. These are the remains of thriving city with a population in the billions. This is were we tried to stop him once and put him back in prison, but I wonder if that victory was worth it. "
The old man looked incredibly serious.
"This time I want to lock him up for good, in a prison so deep he will never be able to crawl back up. That's why I need help, I cannot face him alone and the fight that will come frightens me. I've seen enough bloodshed."