Chapter 79
It was changing shape right before my eyes. The dark chestnut red hair was darkening to onyx and the skin growing more bronze and the eyes tilting and mouth widening. Saryn. Fakey. I really am the dumbest dweller she has ever met I admitted standing up. I looked over her noting the gash on her forehead and the spaghetti covering her clothes. I needed to cover this up. It didn't matter that she had tried to stab me and she had knocked herself out on my bowl of spaghetti. I was a dweller and she was a Demi God. Those were the only 2 important factors and that meant that I was going to get my head chopped off and offered up to the gods. the gods wouldn't want it of course because it had to be have been the unluckiest of all the detached heads but that wasn't important. Nobody ever actually
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