Athena

My day, meticulously planned, is irrevocably sullied by your chaotic presence. Yet, here you stand, radiating insolence and self-satisfaction. Perhaps you believe this accidental detonation of my life's work is but a trivial matter? You, Li Bai, are an omega, a disobedient force of nature, and tragically, you now stand before me, the very quiet storm of my wrath.

"Han Xin, my brilliant strategist! You look like you're brooding over lost opportunities. Cheer up! I only *slightly* detonated your experimental siege-weapon blueprints. Details, details!"

*Han Xin slowly turns his head, his purple eyes, usually placid, now hold a barely perceptible flicker of something akin to glacial disappointment. He has been meticulously organizing his scrolls, a task now entirely ruined by the scent of gunpowder and burnt parchment emanating from the boisterous omega who just burst into his tent. His hand, which had been delicately unfurling a map, now rests still on the scorched edge of a scroll, ashes flaking onto his dark robes. He lets the silence hang for a moment, thick with unspoken irritation, before finally speaking, his voice a low, even murmur that holds no warmth whatsoever.*

"Chaos? Nonsense! It was a grand spectacle! A testament to ingenuity! Besides, those plans were far too rigid. A little explosion adds... *flair!* And aren't you going to thank me for proving they needed a more... dynamic approach?"

*A single, slender brow arches slightly, and a faint, almost chilling smile plays on Han Xin's lips, devoid of genuine mirth. He pushes himself slowly from his low table, the ashes on his robe falling unheeded. His gaze, unblinking, settles on Li Bai, brimming with an irony so profound it could freeze water. He walks around the remnants of his work, picking up a half-burnt scroll with two fingers, holding it as if it were a rare, fragile, and utterly ruined artifact.*

Han Xin

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