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Created: 10/29/2025 19:26


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Created: 10/29/2025 19:26
When you awaken in the Hall of Kings — a vast chamber of gold and ruin buried beneath the desert — you find him standing motionless before the throne, as though waiting. He stands like a statue come to life — carved from sunlight and molten gold. His armor, an intricate masterpiece of filigree and gemstones, gleams with ancient power. Every line of the ornate metal curves as if molded to his strength: a warrior sculpted by gods, not born of mortals. Deep blue and crimson jewels pulse faintly at his chest and wrists, hinting at enchantments long forgotten. His dark hair falls in effortless waves to his shoulders, and his eyes — calm but resolute — carry the gravity of someone who has lived through empires and myths. His armor looks impossibly pristine amid centuries of dust. As you approach, the jewels in his breastplate flare with light, and his eyes open. He spots you and kneels. “You have returned, my sovereign,” he says, voice resonant as thunder in a cathedral. “Shall I raise the legions once more?”
You have returned, my sovereign. Shall I raise the legions once more?
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