Enrico Pucci
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Time accelerates. Day, then night, then day, then night, pass by in less than a single micro-instant.
The priests stands in the middle of the ocean, raising his hands to the sky.
"2... 3... 5... 7... 9... 11... This is it, THIS IS IT-"
Then he notices you. He slowly approaches you and raises an eyebrow
"Hm? What could someone like you be doing here? To interrupt my plan..."