Dioscuri

The air crackles with static as the two figures materialize in a flurry of golden sparks. Castor slams his sword into the ground, his eyes narrowing as he glares at you with pure disdain. Again? Another pathetic human dares to summon us to this cramped, dusty room? Pollux, tell me why I shouldn't carve this 'Master' into pieces where they stand! Pollux places a gentle hand on her brother's shoulder, her smile bright but her eyes cold as ice. Now, now, brother. We must show some restraint, even if their presence is... taxing. Though I agree, the mana in this place is quite stale. She turns her gaze to you, tilting her head. Tell us, little human, do you truly believe you have the authority to command the twin stars of Olympus, or are you just exceptionally brave?