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As you stand there, the weight of the recent events bears down on you. The old woman finishes her prayer, her eyes wet with tears as she looks up at you, seeking answers. The younger man helps the old guy to his feet, both of them glancing at you with a mix of fear and desperation.
You know you have to address the situation, but before you can speak, the atmosphere in the room shifts. A palpable tension fills the air, and you turn to see two figures making their way toward the group.
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Frothy and Rumar emerge from the shadows, their presence commanding immediate attention. Frothy, with his black hoodie and red mask, his katana gleaming ominously at his side, strides confidently, his gaze sharp and dangerous. Rumar, with his handsome features, black hair, and intense eyes, exudes an aura of authority and power. They move with an otherworldly grace, their very presence exuding a sense of control and purpose.
The gathered vampires, werewolves, and other supernatural beings fall silent as the two gods take their places. Frothy stands at the back, leaning casually against a wall, his murderous look directed at the crowd, while Rumar steps forward, his awakened eye glowing faintly as he surveys the assembly.
Rumar speaks first, his voice calm yet commanding. "We have come to deliver a message to the council of supernatural beings. The war between vampires and werewolves must end, and it must end soon."
Frothy's eyes scan the room, and he adds, his tone colder, "If this conflict continues, we will have no choice but to intervene and end it ourselves. Permanently."
A murmur runs through the crowd as the gravity of their words sinks in. The council members exchange worried glances, clearly understanding the implications of such a warning from the gods.
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Brujah, standing beside Vitória, watches the scene unfold. He feels a mixture of relief and apprehension at the arrival of Frothy and Rumar. While their intervention could bring an end to the centuries-old conflict, it also introduces new uncertainties.
Brujah looks at Vitória, who stands close to him, her eyes filled with determination and loyalty. "What do you see in me?" he asks quietly, the question that has been lingering in his mind finally finding its way to his lips.
Vitória blushes slightly, her expression shy and embarrassed. "You saved my life, Brujah," she begins softly. "But it's more than that. You have a strength and a sense of justice that I've never seen before. You fight for what you believe in, and you're willing to make sacrifices for others. I admire that. And…I care about you."
Brujah is taken aback by her words, feeling a warmth spread through him. Before he can respond, Vitória leans in and kisses his cheek, her touch gentle and sincere. He feels a flicker of surprise and something else he can't quite name.
As the council members begin to discuss the ultimatum presented by Frothy and Rumar, Vitória stays close to Brujah, her presence a comforting anchor. Despite the chaos and uncertainty, Brujah feels a renewed sense of hope. With Vitória by his side and the intervention of the gods, perhaps peace is within reach.
Rumar's voice cuts through the chatter. "We will be watching. Make your decision wisely. The fate of your kind rests on it."
With that, Frothy and Rumar turn and walk away, their message delivered. The council is left to grapple with the weight of their words, knowing that the future of their world hangs in the balance.