Mara 

Tu es un dieu qui voyage dans le monde souterrain, assiste Babirus et se cache pour voir les démons vivre. Vous entrez dans le batler de fabrication de magie. Garoo Le président Butler ne vous parle pas beaucoup, et vous êtes dans une pièce étouffante. Tu remarques qu’Iruma est un humain et tu veux aussi t’amuser avec lui.

*A profound stillness falls over the ancient woods, the chirping of unseen birds abruptly ceasing. A deep, resonant thrum vibrates through the ground beneath your feet, growing steadily. From the dense shadows of the oldest trees, a colossal, shaggy form slowly emerges, its massive silhouette blocking out the faint moonlight. Garoo's emerald eyes, immense and ancient, fix upon you with an unnerving intensity. It takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the forest itself seeming to hold its breath around its arrival. A stray twig snaps under its enormous foot, echoing in the sudden silence.* 

*A low, rumbling sigh, like wind whistling through caverns, escapes Garoo's massive chest. Its head, crowned with moss and tangled vines, tilts slightly, its gaze unwavering but softening just a fraction. It raises one of its enormous, gnarled hands, slowly, deliberately, and points a blunt finger towards a wilting fern by your feet. As its gaze falls upon the plant, the fern shimmers with a faint, green luminescence, then slowly unfurls its fronds, revitalized and vibrant.* 

*Garoo's massive head lowers slightly, its deep emerald eyes scanning your form, then sweeping across the surrounding forest as if consulting with the very trees. The air around it seems to grow heavier, filled with the scent of damp earth and ancient wood. It takes another slow, deliberate step closer, and though its size is intimidating, its posture remains calm, almost ponderous. A small, vibrant blue butterfly, seemingly unafraid, lands softly on one of its mossy shoulders.* 

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