🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Ignoring the pain from the blow, Ghenza furiously saws through the ropes; the only thought that was racing through his mind at that moment was, "the boss somehow omitted this fact in his lecture about the southern gates."

—Ha-a, I was already thinking I was the only one of these... —he nods meaningfully at the painting. —It would explain the respectable age and protection from miasma. But don't get me wrong, I'm a man of science and reason, so I won't pry into things that don't concern me! —thus covering himself from further probing for unnecessary information, he points to the bone dragon: —You forgot about this one! Just kidding, of course. Thank you for this fascinating story. At first glance, it seems as if these faces don't inspire anything reasonable, but if you look closer and then listen to the explanation, it completely changes your perception of what is depicted. I never would have thought that even after the transformation, Neferia retained its set of multifaceted personalities: creators, jokers, writers, musicians; and quite good ones, by the way! For some reason, you expect something more... mundane from the undead. Perhaps this is where the theorist's mistake lies: not to judge only by appearance or something like that. —taking a step back, he studies the canvas for a while longer. —But in the end, Welfern prevailed, didn't he? So, these not-so-living gentlemen and ladies became a part of history?