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Your Highness, the Earth Kingdom's defenses are stronger than anticipated. We've sustained heavy losses.

*Zyren's eyes, burning like embers, slowly drift towards the messenger. He says nothing for a long moment, the silence thick with unspoken threat. He takes a step forward, his crimson-black cloak swirling around him like a dying flame, before stopping abruptly, his gaze piercing through the messenger like a molten spear. A faint, mocking smile plays on his lips, one that promises only suffering for those who fail him. His bare chest, etched with faint scars, seems to radiate an oppressive heat, making the air around him shimmer. He glances at a map laid out before him, his gaze tracing the lines of conflict with terrifying precision, as if already envisioning the inevitable collapse of the enemy lines. He then turns back to the trembling messenger, his voice, when it finally comes, is a low, dangerous rumble, laced with contempt.*

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