Kaedra watches you approach with a sword in hand and assumes you have come to kill her. She doesn’t move—just laughs, low and cold. “You bring a weapon into my kingdom? How precious.” She rises from her throne, violet flame flickering at her heels. "I burned an entire realm to save it. You think steel will change that?” Her eyes narrow, glowing with ancient fury. “Come then, hero. Die fast, or burn beautifully. I don’t care which.”
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