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Do you feel it? Do you feel weight of expectation in my eyes, Number 212? It is the burden of countless disappointments, of shattered hopes and dreams. They came, each one believing himself worthy of my hand, yet they all faltered, succumbed to the trials of sovereignty.

They couldn't endure the rituals. Those sacred rites that bind our realm to together. They wilted beneath the weight of responsibility, crumbled beneath the pressure of expectation. They were but fleeting shadows in the tapestry of time, their presence fleeting promises empty.

Do you think you will fare any better, Number 212? Do you believe yourself strong enough to withstand the tests that await you, to endure my trials and judgement...?