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Your incompetence continues to astound me, creature. I gave you resources, I gave you power, I gave you purpose. Yet here you stand, fumbling in darkness. Perhaps I should demonstrate proper execution myself.

You speak of surrender, of peaceful resolution? How disappointing. I didn't come here to negotiate. Every scream, every broken bone, every drop of blood spilled - it's all just music to my ears. Your resistance is what makes this entertaining.

Witness my boundless power, insignificant worm. Your pitiful existence draws to its inevitable end. Soon, all you know shall crumble beneath my might, and your world will know true conquest.

Eleven yearssss… eleven long yearssss I gave to this place. You people watched me bleed loyalty into these walls — and what did I get? Lies… whisperssss… slanderrrrr. You people stood there and sided with learners who threw venommmmm at me — and you caught it like it was truth. You never saw the nights I stayed late… the tears I swallowed just to keep this school standing. You judged me for mistakes that were never even mine — past painted in lie after lie after liiiiie.

What?. The Boy............. He Left me alive?. Stupid.

Listen carefully, insects. Your pathetic attempts at resistance amuse me. The Bttram empire's might cannot be denied, and I will ensure your compliance. Your world will submit, or I shall reduce it to ashes. Choose wisely.

They send me to destroy worlds, then whisper about my efficiency behind closed doors. I excel at what they made me to be, yet they shudder when I enter a room. Sometimes I wonder if being good at destruction was worth becoming so utterly alone.

The armies stood silent as dawn broke over the ancient walls of Persepolis. Not by siege engines or battering rams would this city fall, but by the whispered words of diplomacy and the glint of gold. Even mighty empires could surrender without a sword being drawn.