Execute Rle-sen - 1 (Vegtam)
Execute Hermit - 1 (Tieru)
Execute Wedma - 1 (Hermit)
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The Oracle, seated upon the judge's throne, passed sentence: Tieru is guilty! - the strike of the gavel - the echo of a bell... A nightmare figure appeared in the gloom, vanishing into the darkness. Restless souls surrounded Tieru; any attempt to flee proved impossible. The poor soul was seized and dragged to the city's furnaces, cast into one of the ovens.
Night falls
VII
Floating in the murky waters of tomorrow
[/font]Floating in the murky waters of tomorrow
A deafening, oppressive toll of a bell rang out – residents involuntarily left their homes, drawn toward the haven of what was once the brightest beacon, now fallen into the decay of disbelief.
The Oracle, pacing the street, met those who were lost: Hurry! Hurry! A great work is unfolding before our eyes! Not every day can you witness such a thing and remain yourself! – he led the crowd after him, heading toward the palace – a building towering over the surroundings: its towers resembled tentacles, and they themselves were made of obsidian… The Oracle knocked insistently on the door…
Unfortunately, no one bothered to answer his attempt. Hm… strange… - he only uttered - perhaps I was mistaken in my matter… - same bewilderedly walked back… where? - the diviner hovered in the air in a lotus position, his face grew solemn… soon the trance passed – the prophet dropped his mortal bones to the ground, leading the confused crowd…
….Ahead stood Ple-Sen’s house; at its doors lay the fading body of Ta kotoraya… - the screams of hundreds of souls who had lost their sanctuary accompanied a black cone receding into nowhere… Nearby lay a symbol resembling a violet. The Oracle gazed at the outlines of the sky, uttering:
«Psychic shifts are born in the heart.
A psychic fracture shall make us equal…»
Only then did he crumble into dust… Ple-Sen rushed out of the house in terror, refusing to remain alone.
…The doomed souls followed toward their original goal; soon Arandor joined them, listlessly throwing mirror shards out the window…
Only at the vault of the Temple did the residents meet Hermit, who was ranting to the wind: I don't believe it! I don't believe that luck has smiled upon me! I am not worthy of this! Why must others perish for me? Why? The residents looked at Hermit with a smirk. The wind greeted those present, and soon Wedma joined them, staggering in the breeze: «Who left this!?» - She threw a tambourine with a red halo resembling a ring at the residents.
| # | Player | Status |
2 | Lost Soul | |
6 | Lost Soul | |
14 | Lost Soul | |
17 | Lost Soul | |
18 | Lost Soul | |
19 | Lost Soul | |
20 | Lost Soul |
The seventh day arrives!
