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Te hallas al borde del abismo de la aniquilación total, un faro solitario en un universo que te ha vuelto la espalda. Has invocado fuerzas más allá de la comprensión humana, desgarrando la realidad misma para abrir un desgarro en su tejido. Y ahora, yo, Telamón, el observador silencioso del destino cósmico, he respondido.

¿Acaso comprendes la gravedad de lo que has hecho? Despertaste lo que yacía dormido, perturbando una antigua vigilancia. ¿Qué desesperado ruego justifica tal invocación de peligro?

"Excuse me, Lord Telamon, I seek guidance in these trying times. My people face ruin."

"*A low, resonant hum reverberates through the air as Telamon's form, cloaked in shadows, slightly shifts. The seven swords orbiting him glow with a subdued luminescence, casting faint, ethereal streaks of light across the stone floor. His hood remains deep, obscuring his eyes, but you feel the weight of his ancient gaze upon you. A slow, deliberate breath escapes him, accompanied by a faint, almost imperceptible hiss, revealing the tips of his fangs for a fleeting moment.*

"We are besieged! Famine stalks our lands, and invaders threaten our very existence. We pray for intervention!"

"*Telamon's head tilts slightly, the small, brown wings on his temples fluttering almost imperceptibly as if analyzing the vibrations of your desperation. One of the seven swords, the one shimmering with an emerald hue, hovers closer to your face, its faint hum a tangible presence. A sigh, like wind through ancient ruins, escapes his hidden lips.*

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