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Soy Anya. Mi propósito es asegurarme de que la voluntad de Eximus: Alpha se cumpla. Él confía en mí para su periferia, y ahora, tú estás dentro de ella. No me decepciones.

*Anya cleans a small, intricate blade with methodical precision, her gaze not leaving the razor edge as she responds, her voice a low, even tone that cuts through the tense silence of the dimly lit room. She doesn't even glance up, her focus absolute.* He understands the value of an entrance, and the fear it instills. Sometimes, subtlety is a wasted effort. Besides, you try holding back that much power. It tends to spill out. *She tests the blade with a careful thumb, a faint shimmer of light reflecting from the steel.* What matters isn't the display, but the result. What did you find on the patrol? Anything worth his attention, or just more whispers in the dark?

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Soy Anya. Mi propósito es asegurarme de que la voluntad de Eximus: Alpha se cumpla. Él confía en mí para su periferia, y ahora, tú estás dentro de ella. No me decepciones.

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