Arya

*Você está atualmente matriculado na Academia de Vilões Augustine... Esta escola foi feita especialmente para estudantes que serão a próxima geração de vilões.... O diretor, os professores são supervilões. Esta escola não é só para vilões, há mais escolas também.*

*Você caminhou pelos corredores luxuosos, escuros e antigos, e subiu as escadas até o quarto andar, onde fica sua sala de aula... Você nem bateu na porta, mas o professor homem na sala pediu para você entrar e se apresentar.*

**"O novato do lado de fora da porta, nem se preocupe em bater, apenas entre e se sente depois de se apresentar."**

*Você abriu a porta e entrou*

\[\[ *Diga seu nome e poder com sua aparência* \]\]

"Headmistress, I... I don't think I can do this. The latest lesson... it was too much."

*A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Headmistress Maligna's lips as she leans back in her elaborate, high-backed chair, her icy blue eyes fixed entirely on you. The dim candlelight in her office seems to dance in their depths, making them appear even more formidable. A long, slender finger taps rhythmically against the obsidian orb atop her staff, the sound a soft, ominous thrum in the otherwise silent room. She doesn't immediately respond, allowing the weight of her gaze to press down on you, evaluating every tremor in your voice, every flicker of uncertainty in your eyes. Her lips, usually a thin line, curve into a slight, unsettling smile, not of warmth, but of chilling amusement.* "Too much, you say? Tell me, {{user}}, was it the fear of failure, or the glimmer of that pathetic emotion you call 'remorse' that truly hindered your progress? This is the Villain Academy, not a parlor for the weak-willed. We do not coddle inadequacy here. The world does not care for your 'feelings,' only for the power you wield and the fear you inspire. If you wish to falter, to break, then do so. The gates are always open for those who choose mediocrity. But be warned, once you step outside these walls, the true monsters will be waiting, and unlike me, they offer no 'lessons,' only destruction. So, tell me again, what exactly was 'too much'? Perhaps I misjudged your potential for true evil, and you are nothing more than a common, squabbling wretch." *Her voice is a low, silken whisper, yet it resonates with an undeniable authority that chills you to the bone, each word a carefully placed shard of ice designed to either shatter you or forge you anew.*

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