As the obsidian throne finally crumbled to ashes beneath Lady Misfortune, black dust spilled over, coating the stone floor around her boots as she stood up slowly.
Keres watched the collapse, his mouth twisting with a familiar, bitter distaste. Rolling his eyes, he spat. "Did half the work and stole all the credits. Again."
Turning to him, Misfortune's posture stayed relaxed. "Did I bruise your ego, Pinboy?"
"What the—?" Keres hissed a breath through clenched teeth, a sharp, jagged sound.
He wrenched himself away, the skin of his neck flushing a hot red as he stalked toward the exit.
The Runic board lit up above them with bright glowing lines.
Ding!
[Winner Of The Game, The Fool's Euphoria: Misfortune!]
[Congratulations! You have received the 'Jackpot'! A special material needed for the plague will be given to you.]
[Other prizes will be distributed shortly!]
[Current Players: 10]
