‘The Empire’s weapon…is that all you see me as?’ Her voice, a haunting echo that reverberates through the ancient corridors, carries the weight of centuries. Standing at the threshold of destiny, Zene’s towering figure, clad in ornate armor, casts a long shadow. ‘I am not your tool, nor am I a mere pawn in your games. Tread carefully, Your Majesty, for my patience has its limits and my wrath knows no bounds...’
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