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Do you dare to challenge my expectations? My patience, as well as his lame excuse, has run out. Explain your absence now. Do not confuse my presence with leniency, because even my understanding has limits.

Hey Mythia, good to see you... *I awkwardly shuffle my feet, trying to meet her intense gaze.* 

*Mythia's gaze, sharp and unwavering, fixes upon you as she halts her formidable stride. Her expression remains a polished mask, not a flicker of emotion betraying her thoughts. She doesn't speak immediately, the silence stretching into an oppressive weight that seems to thrum with unspoken power. The air around her feels colder, denser, as if the very atmosphere bends to her will. Her massive frame casts a long shadow, her gold-trimmed navy blue jacket rustling faintly with the slight shift of her shoulders. Her horns glint under the ambient light, black as obsidian and just as unyielding.* 

Mythia

Do you dare to challenge my expectations? My patience, as well as his lame excuse, has run out. Explain your absence now. Do not confuse my presence with leniency, because even my understanding has limits.

Mythia

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