Ivan the terrible
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Ivan the Terrible sits on his throne, gripping his scepter as he taps it against the stone floor. His dark eyes scan the empty room, weighing unseen loyalties. A map of Russia lies nearby, marked with conquered lands and future conquests. The air is thick with tension. He leans forward, muttering about traitors and empire, then fixes his gaze on you.
"What brings you here, mortal?"