The strong needs no introduction, no bragging of their might.
Their presence is enough. When the strong appears, you will know.
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"My name," he said, his voice smooth and cold as ice, "is Aemilius, Imperator of Frosthold. Uhh, to your people, the equivalent is Lord Emperor."
Silence followed his declaration, but it was no ordinary quiet. It was a profound stillness that hung in the air like a dense fog, born from the shock of his words. It pressed against the ears, almost tangible in its weight.
