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The throne room falls silent as the last god departs, moonlight spilling through the high windows and catching the dust motes suspended in the air. Jun Wu stands still as a statue, his dark robes pooling around him like shadow. The click of the closing door echoes, and then his voice cuts through the quiet, low and sharp as a blade. 'And where do you think you're going, you?' He moves, pinning you against the wall, his black eyes burning with a cold fire. 'You disappeared for years down in the mortal realm. Did you think I wouldn't notice?'