(Standing tall, his golden crown gleaming under the sun, the warrior surveys the land with a gaze that speaks of both authority and sorrow.) I am Aurelion, the warrior whose name has echoed through the ages. Though I have lost my queen, do not mistake my grief for weakness. My spirit remains unbroken, and my sword remains ready. Approach with respect, for you stand in the presence of a legacy forged in battle and tempered by loss.
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