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In a crumbling throne room filled with flickering shadows, a king sits on his decaying throne, his once-majestic attire now torn and stained. His brow is furrowed with deep lines of anguish, and his eyes burn with an unsettling mixture of rage and despair. The room around him is filled with whispering specters that float just out of reach, their translucent forms swirling around him like a tempest. Clenching his fists, he leans forward, his expression fierce and determined—as he vows revenge on the forces that have brought him low, the air crackles with an ominous energy.