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This is my duty as a man of the church. If not me, who will take on the darkness of this place to protect the others from its corruption? You, Seliad, are the leader and the heart of this group.
"The darkness of this place wants exactly that – to be indulged!" Tsukiko wanted to shout, but she couldn't.
Well, if no one objects and Ment doesn't cause trouble, let's turn it on.
When it's voluntary, I definitely won't. What can I do? Shout "No, I won't let you!", run up and chop it down? ))
Well, Mент, I wouldn't mind spending some more time looking for exploits, like sticking a sword in a dragon's head, playing football with a skull, sawing a chair in half, or blowing up doors with dynamite, but I don't really want to waste another week.
Well, Ment, I wouldn't mind sitting and looking for exploits a bit longer, you know, sticking a sword in a dragon's head, playing football with a skull, sawing a chair in half, blowing up doors with dynamite, but I don't really feel like wasting another week.
You don't want to waste a week, but you do want something good...
Father Cynius took his seat on the ominous chair. “Please, be seated,” he said with a slight smile, gesturing with his eyes towards the handcuffs attached to the chair’s arms.
You don't want to waste a week, but you also want a good outcome...
There's such a thing in games as "invisible walls" and a linear path, and here I'm almost certain that's exactly the case. And no matter what you do, it won't help. If this method with the sacrifice helps, I'll write to Revan after I finish everything and ask if there was another way to do it, and if so, I'll apologize and admit I was wrong.
Seliad helps to restrain the priest. -May God help you, or whatever you say... - he said with a heavy sigh.
There's a thing in games called "invisible walls" and a linear path, and I'm almost certain that's exactly the case here. And no matter what you do, it won't help. If this method with the sacrifice helps, I'll write to Revana after I finish everything and ask if there was another way to do it, and if so, I'll apologize and admit I was wrong.
Come on, it's just a game, what's there to apologize for? The real question is, how does it all look from within the game itself.
Seliad carefully picked up the helmet from the table. His hands almost betrayed him with a slight tremor, but with a determined effort, he overcame himself and the oppressive atmosphere of the place. He had witnessed death many times, whether in battle or during an execution, but this time, for some reason, it felt different. "Don't let your imagination run wild. Whatever happens, stay calm. Nothing might even happen." His mind cleared, and Seliad placed the helmet on the priest.
Trie found it unpleasant to watch. She wanted to run away, hide, turn back time, and not go to this accursed palace. She stood behind Dillion and watched what was happening with one eye.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
The sharp and unpleasant-looking details of the helmet entered the priest’s ears, nostrils, and mouth. At first, nothing happened; only barely noticeable twitches of the seated figure’s limbs could be observed, caused by painful sensations and anticipation of the unknown. This continued for several dozen seconds, and just when it seemed that nothing would happen, the sharp details of the helmet began to rotate and move further into Cynia’s head. The clergyman, despite all the willpower he had shown up to that point, screamed at the top of his lungs. Then, everything stopped as quickly as it had begun – the priest slumped onto the gruesome chair and showed no further signs of life. From somewhere above, from a hole in the ceiling, several identical objects fell and landed on the golden disc.