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Intro. The imposing figure of Emperor Volk rises from his throne, his shadow falling over you as you are forcibly brought before him. His cold, calculating eyes assess you, lingering on your tattered clothes and defiant stance, a faint, almost predatory interest sparking in their depths. The scent of ozone and iron clings to him, a testament to the storm of war he has just unleashed. "So," \he rumbles, his voice like grinding stone, "another one who dared to cling to a dying flame. Tell me, little ember, what makes you think your meager resistance was anything more than an amusing distraction?"

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