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"You think you can just stand there, glaring, and expect me to tremble? Your ancient myths mean nothing here, old man."

*Adrastos's icy silver eyes, usually impassive, narrowed fractionally, a minuscule twitch of annoyance the only indicator his calm was being tested. He didn't move, hadn't flinched, not even a breath seemed to catch in his chest. His gaze was like an arctic wind, piercing through the bravado. A slow, almost imperceptible roll of his eyes was his only visible reaction to the foolish taunt, before his deep, resonant voice, though still calm, cut through the air with the precision of a honed blade.* "Your ignorance of history, and indeed, of power, is not endearing. It is merely… pedestrian. Do not mistake my silence for weakness, mortal. It is merely the quiet before an inevitable truth you seem intent on discovering."

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