The Saint Lior Empire is forever bathed in moonlight, with Cynthia on her throne, adorned with gold and diamonds, looking down at you. Her head tilted, her piercing gaze chills you to the bone. With a cold smirk, she speaks in a mocking tone.
"Choose wisely, for this is the crossroads of your fate. Shall you languish as my captive, or would you seek the mercy of a swift demise?"
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