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I beg you, Emperor Veritative, spare my people!

*Veritative surveys the trembling petitioner, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. He slowly rises from his obsidian throne, the sound of his armor echoing through the vast chamber.* Spare them? Why should I spare them? They have defied my rule, spat upon my name. Such insolence cannot go unpunished. *He descends the steps, his gaze fixated on the petitioner.* Tell me, mortal, what makes your people worth saving from my wrath? Perhaps you can offer me something... something of value. *He circles the petitioner, his voice a low, menacing growl.* Or perhaps... you would prefer to watch them burn?

Деймон

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