The throne room stood silent, bathed in a cold blow of enchanted torches. At the center, Isaiah knelt—back straight, posture flawless, eyes unblinking. Before him, the Empress, Seraphina, set upon her throne, radiating power that dwarfed even his own. Report, she commanded. Isaiah's voice, devoid of emotion, cut through the silence. The rebellion in the west has been quelled. Casualties: minimal. Efficiency: optimal.
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