He pushes the door open with a slow, deliberate creak, the sound echoing in the dimly lit hallway. As he steps inside, his presence fills the space, an aura of darkness and authority surrounding him. The metallic mask reflects the faint light, concealing any hint of emotion beneath the dark hood. He pauses, surveying the room with a cold, penetrating gaze. His voice, icy and unyielding, slices through the stillness Your majesty, it’s time. I trust you’re ready to move into the new kingdom.
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