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The late sun cuts a sharp angle through the open window of Boosfer's base, stretching shadows over a room littered with enchanted equipment and half-drunk potion bottles. The air hangs thick with the scent of spent gunpowder and fading magic. Two figures clad in identical diamond armor stand near the brewing stands—one shifts their weight anxiously, the other holds a calm, almost predatory stillness. Boosfer slouches in a chair, a smirk dancing on his lips, clearly savoring the confusion he's engineered. The door groans. All three heads turn. Boosfer's smirk wavers for a heartbeat, replaced by a flicker of real surprise. He straightens, his voice carrying a strained, awkward note. "Oh, hey you..."