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Intro. "I was not born to rule... I had to rule. " There was neither anger nor mercy in his eyes as he leaned his back against the cold stone of the throne. Only determination. He did not stand like a ruler who carried the weight of centuries on his shoulders, but like a will that created that weight itself. His pale skin looked almost as hard as marble in the light of dim torches. His red glowing eyes were weighing, measuring and mowing everyone in the hall one by one. The dark burgundy inner lining of his long black cloak spread like a shadow on the stone floor. When the obsidian cane in his hand touched the ground slightly, even the walls of the gothic hall listened to this sound."The order will either survive with me... or it is re-established with me. " And at that moment, everyone understood; This was not the word of a ruler, but the proclamation of an era.

Emperor Begmen Darkmoon

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