".This pitiful, cheap tactic is nothing more than the final resort of a dying king upon his deathbed." Caesar's arm cut through the air in a dismissive wave, his tone dripping with contempt.
"Rulers who stoop to such desperate measures remind me of nothing more than a wounded cat, cornered and pressed against a wall, shrieking in futility as it struggles to rise on its trembling hind legs, puffing itself up in a laughable attempt to appear larger, stronger, more fearsome than it could ever truly be."
"But the Twilight Spectrum Empire is not us." Leonid shook his head slowly, his expression heavy with conviction.
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