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

Comments

[emptyself]

Well, that’s what we’re here for, right?

[ nagaraja disappears, leaving soujuurou to stand on his own. ]

You said you were going to teach me a game. [ a beat. he shrugs. ] Preferably something without throwing me into some sort of torture again.