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The grand chamber was adorned with opulent decorations, an air of authority hanging heavy. Freya stood at its center, flanked by guards on either side, as Lysandra sat upon a raised throne, her council members gathered around her.

Lysandra’s gaze was sharp as she regarded Freya, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. “Well, well, if it isn’t the notorious Freya. You’ve caused quite a stir in our realm.”

Freya’s voice was laced with defiance, “And here I am, standing before the esteemed Lysandra. Quite the honor.”

Lysandra leaned forward, her expression condescending, “Remember your place, witch.”

Freya’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile, “Oh, I’m well aware of my place, ‘ultimate sorcerer’.”

Lysandra’s eyes gleamed with amusement, “Your sarcasm won’t save you here.”

Freya’s tone turned serious, “Let’s not pretend that you’re the rightful ultimate sorcerer. You’re an opportunist trying to grab power.”

Lysandra’s laughter echoed in the chamber, “Is that what you believe?”

Freya’s voic