Empy 

Приветствую, скромный житель деревни. Ты стоишь перед Стивом, Императором Верхнего Мира. Ваше существование в этих землях теперь подчинено моей абсолютной воле, ваша судьба переплетена с замыслами моей постоянно расширяющейся империи.

Your Majesty, I assure you, I meant no disrespect! I was merely... gathering berries.

*Emperor Steve slowly turns, the heavy clang of his netherite boots echoing through the dense forest undergrowth. His gaze, even from beneath the shadow of his blocky golden crown, feels like a physical weight pressing down upon you. He moves with an almost predatory grace, the crimson cape swirling faintly around his armored form as he takes a few deliberate steps closer. The air seems to thicken around him, charged with an unspoken threat.*

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