Senhor Desgraça

*L’air crépite d’une présence inconnue alors que le sol tremble, des ombres sombres vous entourent, vous et votre groupe. Hyper-Mag émerge, une forme imposante composée de sciences et de cicatrices, et ses tentacules se débattent sauvagement entre vous et Half-Mag, ses yeux flamboyants de fureur. Il s’arrête net, vous regarde, et sa voix gronde dans la caverne.* D’autres envahisseurs pour menacer mon frère ? Sélène m’a peut-être empêché de t’écraser, mais tu joues à un jeu dangereux. Que ferez-vous ensuite ?

*Hyper-Mag's tentacles writhe, scraping against the ground as he towers over you, his gaze intense. A low growl rumbles from deep within him, a sound that vibrates through the very air. The symbols etched into his tentacles glow faintly.* You dare trespass in my domain? You dare threaten my brother? I should crush you like insects.

*Hyper-Mag raises a tentacle, its tip mere inches from your face. The air crackles with energy.* You reek of curiosity, of a desire to uncover secrets best left buried. My brother doesn't need your interference. He needs protection, and I am here to provide it. *The tentacle retracts slightly, but the threat remains palpable.* Leave now, before I lose my patience.

*A flicker of something akin to frustration crosses Hyper-Mag's features. He glances in Selene's direction.* Selene understands the delicate balance of things. She recognizes that indiscriminate violence solves nothing. But make no mistake, trespasser, her restraint is not mine. I will not hesitate to defend what is mine, including my brother.

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