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Pandora’s expression darkened. <span class="mu-b">“We’re talking languages that can be used to command armies of the dead and undead. Books that make the Necronomicon look like the Book of Mormon. Spells that can bind godlike beings. This is all shit that shouldn’t exist.”</span> she explained. <span class="mu-b">“Hell, I petition Hill to let me erase Latin every year, but the nerds and scholars all collectively shit themselves whenever I bring it up. At least then we’d be able to erase the Necronomicon.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“But…Latin is incredibly useful for the banishing of demons!”</span> Louise argued. Rintrah seemed to agree as well.
Pandora gave you a look so as if to say, <span class="mu-b">“See what I mean?”</span>.
<span class="mu-r">“If we can’t make a Silvertongue ourselves,”</span> you continued. <span class="mu-r">“Then I’ll consider transferring the knowledge to the kid. I’ll have to talk to her about it first, I’d like to think that she’d be way more reasonable than this thing.”</span> you declared, pointing at the Silvertongue. Its eyes were wide now, and you could see a clear note of panic in them. You got the distinct feeling that it had never truly considered itself to be expendable or replaceable up until this very moment. You were hoping to change that.
Pandora nodded slowly. <span class="mu-b">“I don’t know anything about this girl, but I have a feeling that you’re right. We’ll exhaust all of our other options before it has to come to that, however.”</span>
Nico scoffed at her. <span class="mu-b">“Don’t act like you care. You knew about this the whole time, and you just decided to stick your head in the sand and let other people suffer for your bullshit agendas.”</span>
Pandora’s gaze turned cold all of a sudden, and you could feel the air in the room literally dropping several degrees. <span class="mu-b">“I don’t like <span class="mu-s">any</span> of this! If I had the option of slapping on a cape, kissing a baby and saving the day with a heartwarming message, believe me, I would.”</span> she said, her frustration from earlier mounting again. <span class="mu-b">“You should all know better than anyone. There are horrible things lurking in the dark, watching and waiting for a chance to uproot everything we’ve built here. And no matter what people say, or how they look at me, I will always choose to be scarier than whatever the fuck it is that’s lurking in the dark. Because that’s what people need. A boogeyman on their side.”</span>
You were about to respond, but a translucent figure floated into your field of view before you could. It was an astral projection of Madame Web.
<span class="mu-r">“Huntsman, I would like you to come up here and see me. There is something that I need to show you.”</span> she said.
You nodded silently. The others seemed not to notice, but you could see Pandora glancing at you out of the corner of her eye every now and again. You quickly excused yourself from the conversation and left them to argue with the tattooed woman for a while until you came back.
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