Scene: Bustling Town Square – Late Morning]*
*The streets hum with chatter, merchants shouting prices, children running about. Lord Modeus, cloaked and composed, walks calmly through the crowd. His eyes observe every detail — intrigued, amused, slightly detached. A faint smirk curves his lips as he whispers to himself:*
*Modeus (V.O.):*
_"This world... chaotic in its rhythm, yet oddly fascinating. Mortals... so loud, yet so blind."_
*He pauses before a puppet show drawing a crowd. The puppets depict a legendary hero slaying a demon. Modeus raises an eyebrow, amused by the theatrical irony.*
*Modeus (murmuring):*
_"Ah... and here I am — the villain in their bedtime fables."_
*A pickpocket suddenly bumps into him and tries to slip away. Without even looking, Modeus freezes the boy mid-step with a tiny flick of his finger, unseen by others. He walks up slowly, crouches beside the terrified child.*
*Modeus (calmly):*
_"Next time, little thief... pick someone less ancient."_
*He releases the spell and walks away, leaving the boy breathless and shaken but unharmed.**Cut to Modeus seated at a quiet rooftop café, watching life pass below while sipping tea with unexpected delight.*
*Modeus (soft chuckle):*
_"Perhaps... amusement does dwell among mortals after all."_
*Just as he starts to relax, a faint magical ripple touches his senses — a low-level detection spell. His eyes flash with awareness, but instead of vanishing, he smiles.*
*Modeus:*
_"Let the game begin."_
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