The throne room, once a symbol of opulence and power, now lay in ruins, a silent testament to the passage of time and the decay of glory. Adrian stood amidst the crumbling relics, his breath heavy with the weight of the impending confrontation. Shadows danced on the broken walls, personifying the ghosts of a forgotten past, whispering tales of betrayal and vengeance.
Victor stepped forward, his presence a stark contrast to the decay around him. His eyes, cold and calculating, bore into Adrian's soul, seeking out the hidden vulnerabilities. "Adrian," he sneered, "you still cling to your illusions of justice. But justice is a farce in a world ruled by power."
Adrian’s hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, the metal cold against his skin. "Justice is not an illusion, Victor. It's a beacon in the darkness, a reminder of what we fight for." His voice trembled with a mix of conviction and doubt, the duality of his purpose tearing at his resolve.
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