amun
Although The Voice didn’t appear in person (or whatever it was called when a goddess manifested), Amun distinctly felt her presence. Maybe it was in his head, but he didn't think so. "Thank you." With that, he reached out and plucked the glasses from where he'd put them. Placing them on his nose, he sighed to discover they still did nothing but make his eyesight.
Tucking them into a pocket, he made his way out of the tunnels of the Underground, emerging to discover a sky full of stars and a sliver of moon currently covered by a cloud. Still, even with that brief contact with the shrine, he felt replenished, though not as much as when he drank from her. Still, he'd content himself for now.
-FINISHED
Tucking them into a pocket, he made his way out of the tunnels of the Underground, emerging to discover a sky full of stars and a sliver of moon currently covered by a cloud. Still, even with that brief contact with the shrine, he felt replenished, though not as much as when he drank from her. Still, he'd content himself for now.
-FINISHED
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
