ώʰ𝐀ᵗ ι𝕤 н𝔸𝐩Ƥ𝐞𝐧𝓲𝐍Ⓖ?

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"After a month of working, we have her."  A figure with a golden geometric face mask stood behind a floating throne.

There was a moment of silence, before the reply, "What did it take?"

"Some persuasions. We had to use the stone." The figure gave a bitter chuckle. "This Asgardian was tougher to break than expected, but she is more pliable than we were led to think."

A nod from the man on the throne. "Good. Where is she now?"

"Below. Just some final... persuasions."

The man turned the chair he was sitting in, a devilish grin on his face. "Perfect."

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