Carve through falsehood with a single gesture—your touch becomes the blade that strips masks from those who dare claim thrones not theirs. No incantation, no steel; truth bleeds where your hand falls.
Traitors don’t fare well in the void. Once they’re jettisoned, the cold and the silence take care of the rest. Your call on how to handle betrayals—vent them, lock them up, or get creative—but slip up three times, letting traitors survive, and consider your reign finished. Stay sharp. Trust no one. One airlock mishap could end it all.
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