((you'r quitting Ni-mo?))
She let out an ear peircing scream, and a look of torture entered her eyes for the first time. "I will, my dear Xanzibar!" She peirced his killer with a dark tattoo, thet would continue to grow until it consumed him. "If you will not be my paint, you will be my canvas, lesser son of Chronos!" She laughed.
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