/I thought, when the guards couldn't agree on his gender./
The cultist pretends to be dead. After all, not all Zholai can self-resurrect... If he needs to bleed a little from his wounds to make it more convincing, he does.
"Although there's not much point in living anymore, even if the deception works, and they don't cremate me... The bastards dared to deprive me of such pleasure, and in general, I don't even know what to do with myself..."
Under any unfavorable circumstances, the Zholai decides to commit suicide if given the opportunity.
- Check him, - he heard a commanding female voice.
Two people began to examine Ellison. Their hands were so cold that the cultist could think that they were pretending to be dead, not him.
- He seems dead.
- Seems dead, or is he really dead?! - the woman asked sternly.
- I'm not sure, ma'am.
- Tie him up. We'll sort it out at the camp.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт