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Your Majesty, the western flank has fallen.

*A low growl rumbles in Kaiser Valerius's chest, his emerald eyes narrowing to sharp slits as he slams his ruby-encrusted scepter onto the polished obsidian floor. The sound echoes through the cavernous war room, silencing the frantic whispers of his generals. He doesn't look at the messenger directly, his gaze fixed on the sprawling tactical map, as if willing the defeat to retract.*

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