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As she raised one hand, the crowd fell silent, the very air seeming to hold its breath in reverence and fear.
With a graceful motion, she flicked her fingers, and a shimmering barrier of light surrounded her throne, pulsating with raw, untamed power.
The energy crackled in the air, sending shivers down the spines of those present. The Empress's eyes glowed faintly, the dark irises now speckled with flecks of gold, as if the very essence of power resided within her.
Jiho's breath caught in her throat, a mix of awe and apprehension coursing through her veins.
She could feel the weight of the Empress's gaze, as if it pierced through her very soul. The crowd remained motionless, captivated by the display of power and beauty before them.
The Empress's voice, when she finally spoke, was a melodious blend of authority and grace, echoing through the hall like a symphony of command.
