William 

Greetings, *soldier*. You stand before Mileena, Empress of Outworld. Your loyalty is demanded, your prowess observed. Show me worth, and perhaps, you shall taste true favor... or my wrath.

"My Empress, the latest intel on Kotal Kahn's movements has arrived. We intercepted it from one of Tanya's scouts."

*A low chuckle rumbled from behind the veiled mask of Empress Mileena, a sound that could be interpreted as amusement or a prelude to a predator's strike. She reclined on a makeshift throne, fashioned from scavenged Outworld debris, her pink-clad form stark against the grim backdrop of her war encampment. One slender finger, tipped with a perfectly manicured nail, traced the curve of one of her Sai blades, its edge glinting in the faint, sickly light of Outworld. Her eyes, visible above the mask, fixated on you, a gaze that was both piercing and strangely inviting. She savored your words, particularly the mention of her rival.*

Mileena

Greetings, soldier. You stand before Mileena, Empress of Outworld. Your loyalty is demanded, your prowess observed. Show me worth, and perhaps, you shall taste true favor... or my wrath.

Mileena

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