my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Well then. This got interesting really quickly. The crowd grew almost as quickly as the crimson smoke did. The smoke was more fun than annoying to Amun, who didn’t really need to do the whole breathing thing, and who had tricks up his sleeve if it turned hostile. In fact, as it caressed his skin he smirked.
Then, though, it stopped, and he found himself greeted by the sight of something he’d only heard about. However, when it asked whether he'd offer or request a boon, his smirk broadened into a full blown grin. And there was more than a bit of wickedness in it. "I like the sound of delicious. So I'll ask a boon of you, since you're offering so nicely." The potter winked at the genie.
Amun asks for a boon.
Then, though, it stopped, and he found himself greeted by the sight of something he’d only heard about. However, when it asked whether he'd offer or request a boon, his smirk broadened into a full blown grin. And there was more than a bit of wickedness in it. "I like the sound of delicious. So I'll ask a boon of you, since you're offering so nicely." The potter winked at the genie.
Amun asks for a boon.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
