🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Kamistella slowly and menacingly turned to Asmidul. “Well, this amulet isn’t that important…” the Lunar said, raising her hand in a conciliatory gesture. “You see, even if it increases our chances of spontaneous assassination… the order still comes from the master. And he doesn’t need any amulet for that. He is here, next to us! No, even closer… he is in us, or we are him! ” Kamistella, with a hint of mental instability, traced a finger first over herself, then over Asmidul. “He is everywhere! We died a year ago, and there is no freedom left! Every step we take… he sees and hears everything! And if you decide to be too defiant… well, then you will once again see how weak you are compared to him. I… I…” Kamistella’s voice trembled, “tried to get support for our investigation, but Tann stopped this attempt in the bud. But now I can ask the Haranian Sorceresses if they have a bounty on a high-ranking sorceress from the Guild of Wonders.” Kamistella laughed bitterly. “He knows perfectly well about this conversation too. And tell me, Asmidul, how do you want to defeat the master of your body? We are now nothing more than ghosts. Perhaps, except for Tann and beings equal to him, no one can even kill us. However, this is just a theory,” the Lunar turned to her favorite katana again. There is no hope. We are doomed!