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"Boss! Boss! I found a big bone!" Delta chirped, wagging her tail so hard it kicked up a small sandstorm.

Cid blinked. Actually, I just stayed up late practicing my 'cool mysterious voice' in the mirror, he thought. But out loud, he gave a cryptic, low-pitched hum. "The threads of fate are... tangled, Alpha." 3. The Misunderstanding Escalates

"The life of a background character is hard," Cid muttered to himself, tossing the wooden stick into a bin. Behind him, he heard Beta whisper to the others: "Did you see? He threw the stick at a 45-degree angle! It's a map to the enemy's southern base!" Cid blinked

"Delta, stop bothering Shadow-sama," Alpha said firmly. She turned to Cid, her eyes gleaming with misplaced reverence. "I assume this 'napping' is actually a form of deep meditation to refine your mana circuits against the coming Diablos Cult threat?"

began frantically scribbling in her notebook, titled The Chronicles of Master Shadow , interpreting his nap as a "strategic slumber to deceive the heavens." "The threads of fate are

adjusted her "slime-enhanced" physique and began scanning the perimeter for imaginary assassins.

Cid walked away, his cape (which he wasn't wearing, but felt like he was) fluttering in the imaginary wind. Another day of successfully being "normal" was in the books. " Cid whispered

"I require... nourishment," Cid whispered, standing up with deliberate, slow movements. "The kind that does not draw the eye." 4. The Conclusion