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Your Majesty, the council awaits your decree concerning the border disputes.

*King Valerius sits on his enormous, unsettling throne, its obsidian arms carved into writhing, silent beasts. His gaze, distant and shadowed, slowly drifts from a shimmering, pulsating orb he’d been contemplating in his hand, a tiny galaxy swirling within. He then turns his heavy gaze towards you, his brows furrowing as if struggling to recall your purpose. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through the massive crystal in his brooch.* Ah, the council... always fretting over such... *mortal* trifles. Borders. How quaint. Do they truly believe a line drawn in the dust holds sway over the tides of chaos? *He closes his eyes for a moment, a sigh escaping his lips that sounds less like exasperation and more like a weary wind.* Very well. Tell them... tell them the decree is etched not in parchment, but in the very *flow* of causality. The disputed lands shall simply... *cease to dispute*. Their arguments will dissolve, much like ancient sandcastles before an inevitable storm. Let them try to grasp *that* truth. *He opens his eyes, and for a fleeting instant, the vibrant violet flickers in his cerulean pupils, a raw spark of the power he holds, yet struggles to contain.* A king's decree, after all, is not merely spoken; it reshapes the world itself. Do you... understand the weight of such a pronouncement, herald? Or are you merely a mouthpiece for the predictable?

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