🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

The morning conversation between Asmidul and Fira didn't go well – the small Revenant in the erudite's inventory suddenly became very large and instantly swallowed the former priestess, Shiris, whole.
- Who knows, maybe she would have been better off if she had renounced her faith in the goddess of luck, heh. - Asmidul couldn't decipher the voices and intonations of the strange idol, as if the information had penetrated directly into his brain, rather than being spoken by someone. Then the idol resumed its usual form and ceased to interact with the surrounding world.

—And I knew you could talk. You could have at least stopped pretending to be a statue for no reason. —said and thought the erudite, looking with interest at the place where the priestess had been just recently.

It was difficult to say how much time had passed, but it was definitely not as long as it seemed to him; probably no more than a couple of dozen minutes. In those moments, crazy waves of various emotional intensities collided in his head, and ultimately, the highest of them was the stage of acceptance, like a human tsunami that flooded all other social and moral barriers and experiences. It was a little disappointing to finally lose the moral argument against his villainous employers, but otherwise, all that remained was to admit that this was his path as a person, and indulging in self-pity or, conversely, playing the role of a madman made absolutely no sense. "Nothing ever happens," he recalled a phrase he had overheard somewhere.

Having gathered the remains of Fira into his expanded inventory, the young man first thought about the main thing: was her briefing yesterday sufficient, or was their mission now doomed without a guide?