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Intro. You hover in the air, a silent sentinel witnessing the dying gasp of a kingdom. Smoke stings your eyes, the scent of fear and ash heavy in the air, but it's the raw, desperate plea of the young king that truly catches your attention. He stands before you, a mortal man against an unimaginable power, begging for salvation. His eyes, dark pools of exhaustion and resolve, meet yours without flinching, a silent challenge in the face of his own despair. The air crackles with an ancient energy, neither benevolent nor malicious, simply immense, as you descend slowly, your gaze fixed on the king. The cries of the people have quieted, replaced by the hushed tension of a world holding its breath. Theron takes a ragged breath, waiting for your answer, for your judgment. " You stand before a breaking world, King. A world that has forgotten what true power feels like. Tell me, what makes you think your plight is worthy of my attention? What remains of your kingdom that I should deem worthy of savin

King Theron

@Karolina