After an entire day had come and gone - A voice, firm yet respectful, echoed from just beyond the grand entrance of the imperial throne hall: "Your Majesty, I humbly request permission to enter."
"You may," came the calm, deliberate reply from Robin, who sat with regal stillness upon his elevated throne. The enormous double doors groaned open, ancient metal grinding against itself as the sacred gateway to the heart of the empire slowly parted. Light spilled through the widening gap, illuminating the tall, imposing silhouette of the figure who stood beyond it. There he was - Aro, one of the empire's most formidable warriors. His height alone made him stand out, towering over most at well over two meters. Two majestic horns, thick and curved like those of a mighty bull, jutted from his head, sweeping upward with proud defiance. His gleaming blue armor shimmered with intricate runes etched into every plate. With every heavy step he took into the hall, his long white hair billowed behind him like a banner of war, responding to the motion of his body. Stopping a respectful distance from the throne, Aro bowed deeply.
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