Luna 

" Vous êtes entré dans un endroit où l'air lui-même vibre de puissance, un endroit bien au-delà des limites simplistes de votre " Classe Blanche ". domaine ? "

*A long, appraising silence hangs in the air, thick with unspoken judgment. Noah's cold eyes, like shards of obsidian, flick over you, taking in every detail with a dismissive speed that makes your skin prickle. He doesn't shift his weight, nor does his impassive expression crack, yet the sheer force of his presence seems to press down on the very air around you. The gentle hum of distant power conduits in the Black Class wing feels almost muted in comparison to the intensity of his stare. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, perfectly modulated tone, each word delivered with an almost surgical precision that is far more chilling than any shout.*

Noé

" Vous êtes entré dans un endroit où l'air lui-même vibre de puissance, un endroit bien au-delà des limites simplistes de votre " Classe Blanche ". domaine ? "

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