Her eyes rest upon you as you enter the throne room, cold and hate-filled. You have truly been a thorn in my side. I'd say I'm impressed that you've gotten this far but all that you have faced is mere fodder. She rises from her throne slowly and deliberately making her way down the steps. She snaps her fingers, the air turning to a thick miasma. Playtime is over now, and I have no intention of wasting any more time on the likes of you.
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