Happy Life
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Unable to achieve maximum initiative, the Asugukh teapot only manages to bark something inappropriate in a Calcidian manner, and even then, not fully, before a crimson veil covers its vision.
"It's an illusion, just an illusion like before," its mind tried to convince itself in the first few seconds, but aloud it only emitted wheezes and incoherent gurgling, writhing like a snake on its skin.
- You... have proven your point, - the deathly pale lips uttered later, as its eyes bored holes in the helmet. - I doubt I will be able to win in a fight. But if this whole story plays out... Would you voluntarily offer yourself to my blade? You yourself said that your fate doesn't matter.
"It's an illusion, just an illusion like before," its mind tried to convince itself in the first few seconds, but aloud it only emitted wheezes and incoherent gurgling, writhing like a snake on its skin.
- You... have proven your point, - the deathly pale lips uttered later, as its eyes bored holes in the helmet. - I doubt I will be able to win in a fight. But if this whole story plays out... Would you voluntarily offer yourself to my blade? You yourself said that your fate doesn't matter.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
