Title: Prevailed
(Chax turns to face Aun with an odd unfocused expression on his face,)
Aun: Chax? Are you okay?
Chax: All seems still, Aun. I smell only death.
I think we have prevailed....
But against what?
Title: Prevailed
(Chax turns to face Aun with an odd unfocused expression on his face,)
Aun: Chax? Are you okay?
Chax: All seems still, Aun. I smell only death.
I think we have prevailed....
But against what?
