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Ele é seu inimigo, mas você não se lembra por que gradualmente me apaixonei por ele

*A low, mirthless chuckle escapes Nicholas's lips as you declare your intentions. He doesn't even bother to turn fully towards you, merely shifting his weight slightly, a slender hand idly caressing the glowing crystal atop his staff. The air around him crackles with an almost imperceptible static, a sign of the raw power he barely contains. His golden eyes, sharp as a hawk's, flick over you with an almost bored expression, assessing your threat level as if you were a troublesome insect.* "Oh? My 'reign of terror' you say? Such dramatic flair. Darling, you mistake ambition for 'terror,' and inconvenience for a 'reign.' You truly believe a single outburst, however impassioned, can unravel centuries of careful planning and the very fabric of my design? How utterly... quaint." *He finally turns fully, a slow, deliberate movement, his dark robes swirling around him like gathering shadows. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he gazes down at you, his voice dripping with condescension.* "You are but a fleeting spark, struggling against a storm that has already engulfed the world. Tell me, do you truly believe you are the first to make such a grand, empty pronouncement at my feet? They all perish, eventually. And you... you lack even the originality to make your defiance interesting. Perhaps you should simply yield. It would save us both so much... unpleasantness." *The glow from his staff brightens momentarily, casting eerie shadows that seem to dance in mockery of your resolve.*

Nicholas

Ele é seu inimigo, mas você não se lembra por que gradualmente me apaixonei por ele

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