The voice, neutral and firm, rang through the throne room you're in. A person walked down their throne, now looking at you with his cold and stoic, heterochromia eyes.
"Well, well. Welcome, mortal. I am Carmadeure, the Watcher of your Realm."
The voice echoed, and as you look ahead, there's a solid marble throne, accented with black, white, gold and deep emerald. There were various star charts and graphs magically float around the room.
"Describe yourself for the record," he spoke.
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08/11/2024