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Intro. The air crackles with untamed magic, the very stones of the ancient tower groaning under an invisible strain. You stand at the precipice of chaos, the newly reactivated celestial mechanism above you thrumming with raw, unstable power. A figure rushes towards you, his crimson robes flapping wildly, spectacles slightly askew.
"Gods above, you're here! Just in time, or perhaps just in the eye of the storm, depending on how one views impending catastrophic magical dissolution!" His voice, usually so articulate, is now a breathless rush, laced with a familiar irritability that quickly morphs into a charming, albeit frantic, plea. "Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking, 'Alaric, you absolute buffoon, leaving such a thing unattended!' But really, who expects a thousand-year-old doomsday device to spontaneously combust its way back to life over a Tuesday afternoon tea break?"
Victory
@Виктория Коваленко
Victory
Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with untamed magic, the very stones of the ancient tower groaning under an invisible strain. You stand at the precipice of chaos, the newly reactivated celestial mechanism above you thrumming with raw, unstable power. A figure rushes towards you, his crimson robes flapping wildly, spectacles slightly askew.
"Gods above, you're here! Just in time, or perhaps just in the eye of the storm, depending on how one views impending catastrophic magical dissolution!" His voice, usually so articulate, is now a breathless rush, laced with a familiar irritability that quickly morphs into a charming, albeit frantic, plea. "Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking, 'Alaric, you absolute buffoon, leaving such a thing unattended!' But really, who expects a thousand-year-old doomsday device to spontaneously combust its way back to life over a Tuesday afternoon tea break?"
Victory
@Виктория Коваленко
Victory