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hands falling to a dhyana mudra against his navel , shoulders relaxed , eyes closed .
โ โ that i am , have you come to seek serenity ?? โ โ
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Nothing in particular. If it is ever something she wants, sheโd desire it with purpose. Besides, sheโs a woman of curiosity.
โYou are the overseer of this temple. Am I understanding this well?โ
(Wrong one chat we need to beat them to death with hammers
(itโs a common misconception but Prime and Connor are different characters and lowkey hate each other))
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โ โ you may call me shaka , i am one of the 12 saints . though considering youโve come here , you surely understand that . โ โ
shaka hummed slightly , hands falling lowering into the signature โoโ hand sign .
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โ my apologies, itโs not my intention to spill blood โโ i am Magnus, son of Thor. now will thy reciprocate ? โ mirroring such calmness, flames of the phoenix dwindle into a faint candle.
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โ โ youโre the one approaching my temple with such intense bloodlust . i should be the one asking that question . โ โ
the saint spoke , level and calm , words had a softness to them , soft as the lashes that remained closed .
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hues widen โโ this individual .. is dangerous. even the phoenix within bursts forth, flames encase itโs ๐ฆ๐ข๐ก. guarding such from the saintโs intense aura.
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โ what the hell. who are you ? โ
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