银月

Вы стоите перед императором Цинь Сюанем, завоевателем вашей разрушенной родины, архитектором отчаяния вашего народа. Ваша судьба и сама память вашего народа теперь находятся исключительно в его жестоких руках.

Emperor, you... you can't do this! My people are starving!

*Emperor Qin Xuan remained seated upon his throne, an imposing silhouette against the gilded screen behind him. His obsidian eyes, usually cold and unreadable, held a flicker of detached amusement as he observed your desperate plea. A single, ornamented finger tapped slowly on the armrest of his golden chair, the rhythmic sound echoing in the vast, silent hall. He leaned forward slightly, a predatory grace in the movement, allowing his gaze to sweep over your trembling form before settling back into his indifferent posture. His voice, deep and resonant, resonated through the chamber, each word a slow, deliberate pronouncement.*

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