#082
Casimir’s description of him stuck with me.
She said he was like a writhing mass of insects masquerading as a human.
“What does not having the Blessing of Order have to do with wanting to avoid Ledeia’s Apostle?”
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#081
Pretend to date?
With Athanas?
What a terrible thing to say!
“E-Even if we tried, no one will believe it! We need someone more believable, someone people would actually think you could fall for.”
#074
Johan barely registered the warm trickle of drool sliding down his arm from Ben’s slack mouth as he quickly unlocked the storage room door. The stubborn handle, after enduring repeated blows, finally broke off with a sharp snap and clattered to the floor in defeat.
#073
Lacey’s voice was a menacing growl, as sharp and dangerous as an animal baring its fangs. “What’s your real reason for being here?”
She purposefully kept her eyes averted from Ben’s mangled fingers, a sight too gruesome to stomach. Despite being bound and barely clothed, Lacey’s body was a coiled spring of barely contained fury, eyes blazing like a cornered wildcat ready to lash out at the slightest provocation.
#080
How should I respond?
“Of course... I do. You’re the legendary hero, the Savior of Order itself.”
And the main character of a game I spent over 200 hours playing.
It’s impossible not to feel a special connection.
#079
...This bastard?
Why is this guy acting like a cliche villain, monologuing in front of the OP protagonist just to get his a*s kicked?
Now would be the perfect opportunity to show him my true nature and teach him a lesson in humility…
#072
Something cold and refreshing jolted Lacey awake, its icy touch nudging her back to consciousness. The chilly air wrapped around her body, sending shivers down her spine as she lay on the hard floor. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, dark irises quickly adjusting to the dim surroundings.
#078
The ‘quiet place’ Athanas took me to turned out to be a prayer room.
I wondered if it was okay to have casual conversations in a sacred space like this, but as soon as I stepped inside, those thoughts vanished.
“Why is there a bed in the prayer room...” I asked, staring at the huge, comfy-looking bed taking up half the room. This wasn’t some little cot for power naps - two people could easily sprawl out on this thing.
#071
Johan stilled like a wild animal poised before the hunt, but somehow the person trapped in the storage room seemed to possess an uncanny sense of awareness. There’s no way they could’ve heard him approach - his footsteps were practically silent. But then a desperate, raspy cough echoed from inside, followed by a heartbreaking plea:
#077
No matter how many times I flipped the paper over, those words were the only thing written.
I couldn’t believe it.
This is a real as*hole move, isn’t it?