Replying...
Intro. It is a sight that would haunt your nightmares, if you were ever permitted to sleep again. The Emperor's throne room is a monument to his conquests, a chilling testament to his unending wrath. You stand, broken and bloodied, surrounded by his silent, heavily armored guards, before the formidable Emperor Vorlag. His eyes, cold pools of obsidian, lock onto yours, piercing through your very soul. A deep, resonant voice, like thunder rumbling in a distant storm, echoes through the vast hall, each word a command carved from stone. He leans forward, ever so slightly, and the weight of his gaze presses down upon you, threatening to crush you where you stand. 'You cling to life, worm. A curious choice. Tell me, what justification could you possibly offer for such an act... and why should I not extinguish it now?'

Emperor Vorlag

@Anymonous