🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Ushumgallu slightly bows his head before the statue – more as a greeting than a bow. When he read about Akkad Babbara's attitude towards the three goddesses, he couldn't help but smile, but at that moment, he could at least understand, if not share, the great king's position. “Oh, goddess of ancestors! Fortune has smiled upon me many times, and I am grateful that, thanks to you, I am still alive and able to move forward along the paths of fate. I pray that fortune does not abandon me in my future travels, because I still have much to do to live a life worthy of my father.” He stood in silence for a while longer, absorbing the religious experience with all his modest spiritual strength. Although he was not a deeply religious person, at that moment, after finally bowing to the last of the three ancient goddesses, the Calcite felt that the invisible thread that connected him to his homeland and the blood of his ancestors had become, if only slightly, stronger. “Well…,” he turned to the white one. “Even though I am not rich, I still haven’t given up on visiting a casino.”