In front of the glass house—
Thud
The Cosmic Elder threw a card onto the table with a sharp motion, the sound echoing slightly in the stillness around them, then raised his voice a little in visible annoyance, "Play!"
The card bore the number nine, its symbol shaped like bones, faintly gleaming as it settled on the surface.
Whoooooosh
Atop a towering mountain that pierced through layers of drifting clouds, the intensity of the wind and the biting cold were beyond description, strong enough to tear apart ordinary structures, and yet there was something like a protective, invisible bubble surrounding the two glass houses in general, and the gaming table in particular, isolating them completely from the violent environment outside. Not even a trace of wind could pass through.
Thud
Robin threw a card as well, his movement calm and controlled, raising one eyebrow slightly, "You seem awfully serious, old man. That's bad for your skin."
