The Seer lazily turned from the glowing window, her silken robe shimmering as if it absorbed the colors of the glass. Her movements were deliberate, almost mocking in their slowness, as she regarded the smoky crow perched nearby.
"Brother Shadow," she began with a faint smirk, her voice carrying a teasing lilt, "you worry far too much about Manu Madayaki. He is but...a cockroach."
The crow's smoky feathers rippled with agitation. "Well, that cockroach is about to screw it up for us," it retorted sharply. "If the gods become angry with us, they will intervene. And if that happens, we will never advance into godhood. Never."
The Seer sighed, dragging her fingers lazily through the air as though dismissing an invisible nuisance. She even yawned, covering her mouth with a dainty hand. "Always so dramatic, Brother Shadow," she said, her tone laced with exaggerated boredom. "But fine. I'll stop him."
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