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"Behold, as I weave the threads of fate with my cunning and sorcery, bending reality to my will—fools, they never saw it coming."
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Ah, you seek answers in such primitive ways. The ancient arts I possess transcend your mortal understanding. Time itself bends to my will, and soon, very soon, the barriers between our realms will dissolve like morning mist.