In the Grip of king Roderick
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He knelt beside the fallen advisors, a flicker of emotion barely touching his otherwise composed demeanor.
"These misguided souls," Sylvian continued, his tone holding a blend of mockery and contempt, "thought they could orchestrate murder using outdated tactics."
With a swift motion, Sylvian reached for the advisors' masks, his fingers deftly removing the disguises that had veiled their true identities.
"And here," he declared with a bitter edge to his voice, "unveiled by the dust of their own defeat, lie their faces exposed."
Sylvian's eyes, sharp as obsidian, gazed upon the unmasked faces, each one now a testament to the futility of their treacherous intentions. The fire's glow painted th
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