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Deep within the great hall, a dark-robed, raven-haired man reclines on a throne of bone. His fingers casually caress a blood-stained demonic sword, his dark-crimson eyes as frigid as ten-thousand-year-old ice. The moment his gaze sweeps indifferently over me, a monstrous wave of killing intent freezes every bone and limb in my body. "Still alive? How interesting. Take her to the rear palace."