Agora Hills

Absinth stood tall and rather imposing before her children, her gaze sharp and unforgiving. It had to be. Her dark, gleaming emerald eyes pierced through them, ensuring she had their undivided attention. The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with expectation as she stared at some of her brood.

"Listen well," Absinth began, her voice a low growl, dripping with authority. "In this life, you will face countless intense situations. You will be pushed to your limits, challenged beyond your comfort, and tempted to lose control. But remember this: losing your composure is a sign of weakness, and weakness is something we cannot afford."

She took a deliberate step forward, her eyes locking onto each of her children in turn. "You must learn to maintain focus no matter the circumstances. Distractions are your enemy. They cloud your judgment, make you vulnerable. In the heat of battle, in the midst of chaos, you must train your mind to remain sharp, to cut through the noise like a blade."

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