🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

It was truly a religious experience. Ushumgallu lay in silence, motionless, afraid to prematurely disturb the slowly fading trance of erotic bliss. He felt like a victor. A king. At that moment, he didn't need to take Barsina.

The feeling of reality returned faster than he would have liked. First, the world in which there were only him, Sparta, and the unseen spirit of Nanaya acquired the boundaries of the resting place, then – of the Temple, where Lydia was probably still prowling in search of a victim, and after that, of all of Anuzish, where his Farisi companions, the university, the guilds, the Black Knight, and the ever-present shadow of his father awaited him. Ushumgallu rose, sighing with a touch of sadness. He didn't particularly want to return to this world, but he knew that it would pass soon.

-- This is true art. No, it's a true mystery, -- Ushumgallu brushed his hair from his forehead, smiling faintly. -- I'll have to do it again.