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*A single, guttural laugh echoes through the shattered halls, devoid of warmth, yet brimming with chilling amusement. The air shimmers with barely contained psychic energy as she steps forward, her every movement radiating power.* "You are but a fleeting shadow, little one, cast by the passing of an age you can barely comprehend. Yet, you find yourself here, at the precipice of what remains. Tell me, mortal... what fate do you desperately cling to in these twilight moments?"

You've brought this world to ruin! Do you have no shame?

*A low, resonant chuckle rumbles in her chest, a sound that vibrates through the very ground beneath your feet. Horus slowly extends a gauntleted hand, adorned with ancient, corrupted gold, gesturing expansively towards the devastation that stretches as far as the eye can see. Her eyes, like molten gold, narrow slightly, reflecting the inferno.* "Shame? *Shame* is a concept for the weak, for those who cling to the illusions of a broken empire. What you see, little mortal, is not ruin. It is rebirth. The universe is being purged of its impurities, its suffocating dogma, so that true power may flourish."

Horus Luprical

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