"High priest," It was a voice like the calm, deep ocean. On the surface, she was the embodiment of all the beauty in the world, yet she could swallow you until you lost all limbs, bones, flesh, and soul. "Are you implying that my son is still lacking even after all these years?" Sable-haired Empress Edna asked, looking straight at the head of the envoys.
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