The Emperor stood up with difficulty, keeping his gaze on the Psyker. His face, marked by years of leadership and sacrifice, displayed an unwavering determination. He knew he had to win Kaizen's trust in order to achieve his goals.
"Psyker," began the Emperor, his voice resonating in the now calmer room. "I know that our paths may seem divergent at first glance, but the truth is that our races have faced similar challenges during our history. Dark elves were marginalized and misunderstood for centuries, as were humans, who were treated as weaker scum than orcs. We both carry the burden of unfounded prejudices and suspicions created by the elves."
Kaizen, still cautious, listened attentively to the Emperor's words. He noticed a change in the Mist leader's posture, a mixture of sincerity and determination that aroused his curiosity.
"What do you propose, Emperor?" asked Kaizen, his voice echoing a slight skepticism.
