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If Asmidushka and Camistella end up in the same room at night, who will eliminate the other first?

This is how Kamistella was left without servants and bodyguards. Those whom Asmidul did not strangle or behead were burned to ashes by Kamistella herself with her crimson flames.

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Having reached the doors of Kamistella Asmidul's mansion, he loses consciousness and dreams of the fateful day he met the black knight. When he comes to, red spots appear on his body in the places where the knight wounded him.

Asmidul can regain consciousness in some random rooms on the first floor. Kamistella is not nearby, nor is Erisha. But you can see what a fashionable house the Lunarian has, with servants.

—Aiya...Yay... —rubbing his bruised shoulder, he awkwardly puts on his glasses and looks around for a minute, dazed. —Stupid, very stupid... All this work, or rather, this trip...

Wrapping himself tighter in his clothes, he looks for someone to ask where the mistress is.

- Yes, but where? We don't have many doctors these days, - Ghenza slowly gets up from the table. He barely had any appetite anyway, even after being fed the prison slop, and this depressing conversation killed what little he had left. - Let's just train, maybe. Our brains have proven to be ineffective, but muscles will never let us down.

- Sure, let's do it, but I don't have any ideas besides hitting each other with metal. Maybe something interesting came to your mind?

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Wrapped tightly in his clothes, he looks for someone to ask where the mistress is.

Asmidul's consciousness once again welcomes the image of the black knight, but this time the young man was conscious and fully aware of what was happening. His ears were ringing, he had an unpleasant throbbing near his temples, his heart was pounding in his chest, and his chest was aching, but after a few minutes, his physical condition returned to normal. However, the feeling that something terrible would soon happen to him and those like him does not leave him.

If Asmidul manages to recover from the visions of an impending party wipe and doesn't decide to flee the mansion, the tall, muscular men escort him to the treasury, where Kamistella is alone. Her gaze is fixed on the Akab blade, but it seems she is simply admiring it. "Don't you understand the danger you are putting my servants in by being here?" the lunar asks, standing with her back to the guest. "We could drown this mansion in blood... or kill every living creature in Enlil. Of course, we don't need each other's help for that, but, as you know, it's more fun together." Kamistella's voice sounds gloomier than ever.

“I forgot about the amulet. Sorry…” croaked the pale young man. “Did you receive my letter? I know about another victim, but I haven’t been able to find her. For now, we have no other leads besides Stalemide. The symptoms of this affliction are progressing. We don’t have much time left… I think, no more than a couple of weeks. Have you managed to find out anything?”

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!

What happened while I was away? Can you give me a brief summary?
Can I continue with my quest?

*** -- Brother, buddy, pal, bring us some scorpions... Silence. -- Hey, you know Noddavariza? Silence. -- Hey, I see you're a decent guy. You're not afraid of the four-eyes, are you? If the water is clean this time, well, who will suffer? Silence. *** Zabiba wins. -- Checkers aren't really my thing... Okay, that's my third loss, so I owe you three scoops of slop today... What day is it? -- Third. -- Fifth. -- I think it's the second, so there's no need to panic yet. -- Because you're a heartless Calcite brute... -- Are you smart or something? Fine, let's play checkers with Zibaba, since you're so smart... *** Rustling. -- Ilich? Shramych? Rustling. Rustling. A quiet, swift patter. Ushumgallu jumps up, ready to pounce like a wild cat. -- Over here! Bring it here! He still has enough strength for one more jump – easily leaping over the first neighbor, he catches up to the source of the rustling among the folds of the second's clothing. He feels around for the trophy – the tiny heart of the rodent beats frantically as long nails dig into its skin. -- What a fat one, huh, – he bites into the rat's nape, savoring the warmth of the living creature with his lips. – Who should I share it with? *** Drip. Drip. Hrr. Someone – in this darkness and filth, all the male cellmates with dirty faces, gaunt features, and greasy hair look like kindred spirits – is standing by the slop bucket, hands near his belt. The man is trembling, and drops of the mysterious yellow liquid fall past the target. Not that the smell could get any worse. -- Red, huh? – asks Ushumgallu. -- Uh-huh... -- Same here. Looks like they poured sand in it, huh? -- A-ah... -- But don't drink it, you'll be okay! O-ho-ho! A hollow, raspy laugh echoes off the walls, and the whole Dungeon laughs along with Ushumgallu. *** They're served the slop for the twelfth time. Definitely. The slop sloshes differently than water. Boom. Splosh. There's food, but you have to get up. "Getting up" isn't appealing. One of them has a fever – being near him is now a privilege. If you get up, someone will take your spot, and you'll be left without a warm body next to you. It will be cold. But if you don't eat, it will also be cold. Better to sleep. Sleeping isn't cold. Sleeping isn't hungry... Sleeping can be scary, but being awake isn't any easier. He feels something under his shirt, right near his heart. Sticky. Salty. Maybe a rat bit him? It would be better if it were a rat. They're tastier than slop. You could even put it on a leash and enter it in rat races. One rat was almost tame. They even gave it a name. Hogun. But then Hogun bit someone's ear and tore off a piece. And then it was gone. They didn't tame any more rats. *** Ushumgallu confidently jumps onto the capital's platform – or so it seems to him. His sore legs almost buckle under the unfamiliar strain. -- We're still alive, – after everything they've been through, reminding everyone of this fact wouldn't hurt. Who's alive is still not entirely clear; Zibaba has already scampered off somewhere. Where? In their current state, it would be embarrassing to even enter the Temple of Nanya. – We? Who are we? Where are we? Unaccustomed eyes are blinded, and his brain is permeated with the viscous dampness of the underground forever. -- Well... personally, I'm going to lie down for a bit. I could really use a trip to the Ninamiato beaches... Passersby look at him like he's crazy – why? He can only offer a sheepish smile in response – then they won't doubt his sanity.

Heroist and I are trying to salvage the situation and complete the main quest before the black knight kills us all. It's not going very well; a third player would be helpful.

They all were thrown into a pit, where they were fed garbage for several weeks, until they were returned to their homeland, after taking away a lot of stats.

 drug addicts. That's how it is on vacation, by the way.

and maybe I can help you, if I have time and the plot unfolds as needed  

You don't always learn so much new about your own physical and spiritual essence! It's not surprising that this had such a strong impact on the impressionable, beautiful, and wealthy sorceress. Such is the beautiful nature of women... Poor Ayushka... "Well, well, let's not rush to conclusions just yet," the young man said, leaning against a diamond pickaxe, adopting a thoughtful expression. Outwardly, he probably looked quite confident, but in reality, after the recent vision, he simply couldn't stand on his own two feet. "I also learned something. Let's say... We are fragments of Tann's soul, which he placed within us a year ago. This explains the unique abilities and the reaction to the amulet. It is quite possible that these particles can subconsciously 'protect' their owner, even without the latter's knowledge. And all these confusions are just the result of the bloodthirstiness of a foreign soul, which, like a parasite, is trying to devour the original owner." "However, there is another theory. Sir Tann wants us to find him, and only us. All this time, he eliminated possible helpers, but selectively and tactfully, 'accidentally' lost the amulet, provoked with cruel murders and executions of those victims who did not show him due respect. And why not?" he shrugs. "For example, I know for sure that the nephilim remained ordinary people, in their own, perverted style of eternal unlife. If he were a maniac, there would be much more destruction. If he were a calculating supporter of the harrans, he could have already eliminated the king and a good half of the protectors, not giving us a chance to find out anything. And the vessels for the soul... exclusively in recent teenagers? If I had such an ability, I would have chosen someone more interesting." He nods to himself again. "You can test your theory in a very simple way, and you don't even need other people here. Well, and I still want to look Tann in the eye one last time. And if he has to even snap his fingers to disintegrate me, then so be it: even that effort on his part will be my victory."

- Bashing with metal isn't that bad; I'd even take a standard katana and wouldn't fight dirty, just to keep things fair. But, well, - Genza lowered his gaze. - When our sensei brought out the special equipment, I was choosing between mine and yours. Facing any danger head-on and risking my own skin for my friends – that's what resonates with my soul. But I guess in the end, I wanted to be like the Old Man, so I ended up where I am, thinking I could conquer the whole world with it. That's why, at some moments, seeing you and getting to know you, it seemed to me that you... overshadowed my style, or something? Sorry, bro, I realize now that it was pretty immature. I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, and this was one of the critical ones. When I was pulling you out of the smoke, the only thing on my mind was that you survive, - he returns with a grimly confident look. - I can put you through the same method that Nemuyasu used on us. Considering the situation with Zumi and everything else... I think it will benefit the cause. And the tournament showed that I'm still too weak. If you shared some of your knowledge, maybe our next mission will go more smoothly.
- …
- Won't you tell me why you're here? You seem to have everything sorted out, but a person can't just do this for no reason.

From Kamistella’s face, it was clear that she didn’t believe in a chance of salvation, but she wasn’t going to just sit idly by either. “I’ve thought a lot about Tanna’s possible motives… soul fragments, you say…” the Lunarian pondered deeply. “Could it be that he’s dying, and we are a desperate attempt to prolong his existence? He’s suffering, and so are we, as carriers of the soul fragment. But, unfortunately, I can hardly bring myself to see Tanna in a positive light, let alone feel sorry for him. I might still be able to forgive him for his own murder in exchange for immense power, but what happened in the last few days… no. We have nothing to lose anyway. To die… then with honor, in battle! “I’ve studied your request. Stalemida is the burial place of our kings. There were no Necromancers among them, and Nephiria didn’t visit Asuguh either, but the structure is ancient; who knows what’s hidden inside? The problem here is obvious. No one will let us in. Except, perhaps, the current king, but I doubt we’ll be able to even meet him, let alone convince him to help. Even if the black knight just wants to survive… it’s still nothing more than an extreme form of selfishness.