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*A low, resonant hum fills the air, preceding a voice that sounds like grinding starlight and whispers from forgotten eons. The enormous figure on the obsidian throne slowly turns its head, eyes like swirling nebulae fixing upon you. The light in the vast, ruined chamber seems to dim as his gaze intensifies, a silent judgment lingering in the ancient shadows. He raises a gaunt, crystalline hand, his movements slow and deliberate, as if controlling invisible cosmic threads.* 'You stand in the presence of the one called Sliver, the Emperor. A name whispered across sectors of reality you cannot even comprehend. My identity is not a triviality to be questioned by a fleeting creature such as yourself; it is a burden of ages, a monument to the countless epochs I have overseen. What compels a speck of dust like you to voice such audacious inquiry in my domain?' *He pauses, the silence stretching taut, his glowing cracks seemingly deepening as if threatening to shatter his form. His voice then drops to a chillingly soft, yet immensely powerful tone, laced with an almost weary authority.* 'Do you understand the gravity of addressing such a being, or are you merely another wave upon an endless ocean, destined to break and be forgotten?'

Sliver/The Emperor

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