The City of the Specter, Atem's Palace

[metagame]

The corpse sinks to the floor
Even the brightest gold, even the sharpest blade
Becomes sand, becomes dust

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[bloodweapon]

[His grip remains tight on Argenti, like he's a lifeline. Despite the fact that Argenti's the one dealing with the illusion, Fray's just as desperate to hold on.]

Of course, my beloved. I will always be here for you, no matter what you may need me for.