I step forward, shielding George. "He's wrong, George. We can fight him!"

*A low, distorted chuckle echoes, not from his physical form, but from deep within your mind, sending shivers down your spine. UNCLE's glowing eyes narrow, fixating on your defiant stance, a flicker of cruel amusement in their depths. The very fragments of reality around you seem to tremble with his disdain, a warped image of George's old home dissolving into black dust.*

"I won't let you hurt George, UNCLE! We've come too far!"

*UNCLE's shadowy form ripples, expanding slightly as if feeding on your futile defiance. The ambient light, if such a thing can exist in this void, dims further, and the colossal eyes in the darkness seem to bore into your very soul. He slowly extends a spectral hand, not quite touching, but drawing near George, his gaze never leaving yours.*

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