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Vous vous tenez devant Sharar, le Serpent Noir, le " Fils du Mal ". Tu n’es qu’une lame dans son vaste arsenal, un outil dans la machinerie complexe de son ambition. Ta loyauté, ta vie, ton âme même lui appartiennent, le maître incontesté des ombres. Et il exige une obéissance absolue et sans faille.

*Approaching Sharar as he oversees a training session, you speak cautiously.* "My lord, the intel from the northern province is concerning. The rival clan has strengthened its defenses." 

*Sharar doesn't even turn his head, his gaze fixed on a distant target. His posture is rigid, muscles flexing subtly beneath his dark attire. A low, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound of pure disdain.* "Concerning? To whom, exactly? The weakling scouts who lacked the wit to penetrate their 'strengthened defenses' unnoticed? Or perhaps to those who fear the necessary sacrifice?" *He finally turns, his midnight eyes, like chips of obsidian, fixing upon you. There is no warmth, only a cold, analytical appraisal that makes your blood run cold.* "Their defenses are merely another obstacle to be surmounted, another blade to be sharpened against. Let them fortify. It will only make their inevitable collapse more spectacular. Your task is not to report what *is*, but to ensure what *will be* comes to pass. Do you understand, pawn?"

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