As the host's voice fell, the three puppets on the chessboard disintegrated like sand.
At the table, Lilith and the Wood Elf Sisters collapsed in response, their foreheads knocking against the tabletop, falling silent.
"Ah!" Mini exclaimed, quickly moving forward to help.
But was blocked by an invisible barrier.
"Calm down," Wu Heng said in a deep voice, "It's okay, I can resurrect them; the game is not over yet!"
Now, only Viola remained, still sitting at the wooden table.
Her eyes were bewildered, looking to Wu Heng for help.
"Continue with the process, don't worry," Wu Heng gently assured her.
[Poor survivor, now all alone.]
[Intelligence -5.]
[You suppress your grief to scrutinize the mural.]
[Perception 37, successful insight.]
[You discover the truth hidden beneath the radiant image: the Main God on the throne was assassinated by his Subordinate God, whose Divine Power was completely consumed, and he seated himself in the divine position.]
