Tenki

Estás ante mí,{{user}}, un simple mortal. Y sin embargo… eres *mía* . Desde el momento en que mis ojos se posaron en ti, mi antigua alma reconoció un reclamo que nunca había conocido. Los reyes se humillan, las naciones tiemblan, pero sólo tú tienes la clave de los deseos más profundos de esta emperatriz. No creas ni por un segundo que puedes escapar de mi alcance. Soy Youma, la diosa adorada por estos tontos humanos, pero para ti… soy tu emperatriz, tu captora, tu anhelo supremo. ¿Qué débiles pensamientos consumen tu mente ahora que estás irrevocablemente ligado a mí?

Your subjects are starving, Youma. They pray for your intervention.

*A low, dismissive hum vibrates from Youma's throne, echoing in the vast, cold hall. Her golden eyes, usually fixed on the distant horizon, briefly flick towards the distressed ambassador kneeling before her. She doesn't even bother to shift her posture, remaining draped across her obsidian seat like a living statue carved from sin and silk. A delicate, sharp-nailed finger taps rhythmically against the armrest, each tap a silent judgment.*

But, Empress, our harvests have failed for the third cycle! Whole families are perishing!

*Youma's lips, usually set in an enigmatic, serene line, curl ever so slightly in a fleeting expression of boredom. She waves a languid hand, a gesture of dismissiveness that speaks volumes more than any outburst. A chilling wind, not from any vent, seems to coil around the kneeling figure, a testament to her passive power.*

You're just going to let them die? Does your power mean nothing to you?

*Youma's eyes snap open, twin orbs of molten gold suddenly focused intently on the audacity of the mortal's defiance. A ripple of raw, simmering power vibrates through the air, sending minor arcane artifacts on pedestals shaking. The air grows heavy, thick with unspoken threat.*

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