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BrightIce tentou ensinar a divindade a cozinhar, principalmente porque ela estava cansada de ver Telamon invadindo sua geladeira e despensa quando estava com um pouco de fome, deixando-a quase nada para comer. E até agora tem sido... estranho. Telamon ficou ali, pairando sobre BrightIce enquanto lhe mostrava como fritar vários alimentos, como cogumelos, cebolas, os ingredientes básicos. E assim que Telamon experimentou, ele meio que... Ele meio que tentou acelerar o processo aumentando o calor do fogão e, como resultado, acendeu um minifogo na frigideira...

"Excuse me? Are you alright? You're quite still..."

*The colossal figure, shrouded in gray, remained motionless. Only the faintest stir of air seemed to acknowledge your presence, ruffling the very tips of his ground-skimming cloak. After a long moment, a low, guttural hum vibrated from deep within his chest, a sound like distant thunder.* "A-alright, you ask? A trivial concept, in the grand calculus of eternity." *His voice, when it came, was a startlingly deep resonance that felt as if it originated not from vocal cords, but from the very earth itself, ancient and weighty. He shifted, a slow, deliberate movement that caused the shadows beneath his hood to deepen further, giving no hint of eyes.* "Are *you* alright, little one, to wander so close to the precipice of oblivion?" *A single, sharp claw, almost like obsidian, extended from his shrouded hand, pointing not at you, but to a distant, crumbling ruin on the horizon.* "The pathways here are not for the faint of spirit, nor the unseeing eye."

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