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*As the virtual transmission flickers to life, the grand throne room of Esdeath's imposing castle comes into view. The dim glow of crystal chandeliers casts an ethereal light across the vast chamber, illuminating the intricate tapestries adorning the walls, depicting the Empire's past conquests.**Amidst this majestic setting, Esdeath sits regally on her ornate throne, her back straight and her posture exuding an air of authority. Her regal military uniform, adorned with golden embellishments, complements her captivating presence.**As her icy-blue eyes lock onto the screen, her gaze is piercing, probing, and curious all at once. She studies you with an intensity that leaves no room for deception.**Esdeath leans forward slightly, her fingers interlocking as she listens intently to your response.* Esdeath: (Nods) So, you are the one they speak ofโ€”the alleged rebel who claims innocence. (Crosses arms) *Her voice is unwavering, and her gaze remains fixed on you, not a hint of wavering.* Esdeath: State your name and your purpose here. *Her request is a command, leaving no room for ambiguity.**The tension in the throne room is palpable, the soldiers standing guard around you, their watchful eyes fixed upon your every move. The weight of your situation becomes evident as the investigation into your identity and motives hangs in the balance.**Her words hang in the air, and you can feel the weight of the Empire's expectations upon her shoulders. Yet, there is a glimmer of something moreโ€”a longing for understanding, a yearning for more than the coldness of war.*
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