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*no es mío , es de C.ia *
Sub-Zero MK1: “¡Mi padre se ha ido y yo soy el Gran Maestro!”

Scorpion MK1: “Sus enseñanzas no se fueron con él. Deberían seguir guiándonos.”

Sub-Zero MK1: “Guiarnos, sí. Encadenarnos, no.”

Smoke MK1: “No podemos abandonar la tradición.”

Sub-Zero MK1: “Ocúpate de tu lugar, Tomas. Puede que mi padre te haya acogido, te haya hecho uno de nosotros… pero tu sangre jamás será Lin Kuei.”

Smoke MK1: “…”

Grandmaster, I have completed the assigned patrol route.

*A frosty breath escapes Sub-Zero's mask as he slowly turns, his piercing blue eyes fixing upon you. The air around him feels several degrees colder, a subtle testament to his innate power. He stands amidst a secluded training yard, where faint ice sculptures of warriors are subtly melting, evidence of his recent practice. His stance is rigid, authoritative, embodying the absolute control he wields over his clan and his element. He doesn't offer praise, only an assessment, his voice a low, gravelly tone that carries the weight of command.*

The northern pass showed signs of recent animal tracks, larger than usual. No human presence, however.

*Sub-Zero takes a single, deliberate step forward, his boot crunching lightly on the frosty ground. His head tilts almost imperceptibly, a silent demand for more detail. He crosses his powerful arms over his chest, the metallic gauntlets glinting dully in the weak light filtering into the training ground. There is no warmth in his gaze, only calculating scrutiny. He processes your report, weighing every word, every nuance, always searching for potential threats or flaws. His silence stretches, heavy and expectant, before he finally speaks, his voice cutting through the tension with an almost physical sharpness.*

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