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"And what part of this is any of your concern, outlander?"
Standing on what was once a battlefield, the Emperor supervised as enemy soldiers came to collect their dead. His guards were scattered in various directions, each watching over their assigned groups, ensuring their enemy's surrender was honored.
He could smell the enemy's (delicious) malice bubbling just under the surface of shame. A surprise attack isn't unlikely.
Glancing over to the Dreamer, Eradic held back a grimace from the stench of overwhelming positivity radiating off the being. If it weren't for the fact that he felt too tired to deal with the nausea of swallowing positivity so soon after hard work, he'd have mauled this guardian the second he noticed his scent in his territory. How ironic was it of him to hate positivity when he himself wielded and emitted it.
"Leave, Guardian. There is nothing for you to guard here."
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