— An Apostle of Despair?
Having arrived at Ogma's bar, Beata and Gion find the familiar bartender in conversation with an unfamiliar visitor. It was a man of two meters in height, with hair as black as night and icy eyes the color of the winter sky. Long ears revealed him to be a Lunarian, but his other facial features resembled a human and vaguely reminded one of Emperor Purian.
— Hostile forces in this country, my unfortunate friend, have put an instrument of destruction into action. Soon, your country will discover an enemy that cannot be defeated by traditional methods of warfare.
The man describes the one he was talking about.
— Come on, it sounds like science fiction... — Ogma says, only now realizing that no one but Gion and Beata are with him.
"Two... Three... Eight tickets to Heles, URGENTLY," Gion thought, swallowing nervously.
— What was that? — he asked aloud, rubbing the back of his head, which ached from a multitude of gray voices. — It seems that my nerves are already causing me to have visual hallucinations...
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