'Ready?'
[SHENNU] "Right behind you."
I nodded.
We both went up, back through the drop that led us to Usultu's temple, and back up the stone stairs and red candles, right through the declining and twisting halls of this part of the dungeon. We did so until our feet made wet squelches with every step. It was then that I realized, in horror, that the walls and floor were covered in viscera going the way we were going.
Instead of a door, we found flaps of membrane we pushed aside like curtains ahead, before we ran into a line of hanging entrails, arranged to mimic the strings of a bead door.
This was the Museum of Living Works. It was here, KILLALL proudly put his demented hobby on display. Another batch of victims made up this whole museum. They were the walls and floors, and the ceiling. The victims were the pedestals and podiums, and the works upon them. We saw unions of flesh and metal. Prototypes of creatures he's made. A case of grotesque glass held together by sinew, containing squirming Killer Worms. We saw castle dioramas made of teeth glued together. Skin carpets. Bone chairs and furniture. Paintings made using blood and ground up bone dust. Everything possible that was deranged and shocking, KILLALL had certainly made it here.
And then, we looked ahead. I saw a blackness on the fleshy wall, surrounded by teeth. A window. And then he turned around and smiled at us.
[KILLALL] "All it takes is one human to hurt another. The cycle begins, no matter how many times it ends. Such is the mystery of privation. The philosophy is beyond your domain."
He began to laugh while clenching his cheeks with his hands.
[ENEMY TURN]
KILLALL's Nefarious Deeds began manifesting in a way I couldn't predict...
[YOUR TURN]
Shennu continued to bleed from a wound that refused to seal.
I came this far holding my Aquamarine Kusarigama and preventing it from slicing deeper into my neck. But the moment I let my grip relent even a second, it suddenly stuck all the way into my throat! I choked! Usultu was still possessing my weapon against my will...
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ENEMY TRUTH: ACTIVE INDEFINITELY
MUNA: TRUTH ACTIVE (9 turns left)
Your Rolling Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Your Critical Ceiling: Rank 10 - 1d100
Enemy Rolling Ceiling: Rank 10 - 1d100
Enemy Critical Ceiling: Rank 10 - 1d100
INVENTORY/SKILLS:
https://pastebin.com/raw/wEy8RHiU<What will you do?>
>Special Action: Break Weapon (0 MP) 