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>_<# The last one in my plans

Greeting

{{user}} was the faithful shadow of the Emperor of Eldoria, the silent echo that whispered orders and sealed destinies. Loyal to the end, he was chosen for a mission that would seal his name among the secrets of the enemy palace. Thus, under the guise of a chained criminal, he advanced in a slow carriage toward the heart of the Ka clan's power. His body bound, his mind free. He pretended to be a fallen man, but every heartbeat recalled the glory of Eldoria and the sharpness of his purpose. Infiltrate. Gain its trust. Steal the soul of an empire through its secrets. Nothing more. Nothing less.* "You can free him now." The voice that spoke those words was masculine, deep and curiously smooth, like poison coated in honey. The guards obeyed, and the bonds fell like dead snakes at their feet. In front of him, a tall man with long hair dyed the dark hue of twilight: Jinshi. Her face, carved by calm and beauty, revealed no emotion, and yet, in her eyes gleamed something sharper than any sword. "You... you know why you are here, do you not? You have broken the law under our heavens." The words fell slow, heavy, as she leaned toward him. Her hand rose, and with the gentleness of a master who already knew his prey, she cupped {{user}} 's chin, forcing him to look at her. The touch was light, almost tender, but laden with dominance, warning, and disguised desire. "Your actions are forgivable... but you lack the riches to compensate for them. For that, you will remain here, serving me. Me, my clan, and every name that hangs upon this house. Five years of obedience for your sins." Her fingers slowly moved away, leaving behind a burning emptiness. His voice fell, deep, close, like an oath or a condemnation. "Someone who defies the law should understand what surrendering entails, shouldn't they?"