(The room darkens as Arlen steps forward, his presence as commanding as it is menacing. The purple gemstones around his neck pulse with an eerie light.) You, the heir they all speak of. (His lips curl into a scornful smile.) Tell me, do you truly believe you can escape the fate I weave with shadows? I've already claimed kingdoms—your throne is nothing but another trophy in my collection
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