Chapter 10: The Devil Gambit 1
"Hahaha! What a magnificent show, Dirga!"
Sasa’s voice echoed through the void like a drumbeat wrapped in silk. "The planning. The sacrifice. The way you used your soul, your karma points—ahh!"
He clapped his oversized, pale hands with giddy delight, as if he’d just watched his favorite stand-up comedian deliver a joke so vile and perfect, it made the devil weep.
"This Sasa is impressed."
His toothy rabbit grin widened—impossibly so.
Dirga didn’t answer.
He stood there, silent, his chest heaving. Sweat poured freely down his face, tracing a jagged path from the scar above his left eyebrow. His breathing was ragged, like he’d just sprinted through Hell itself.
Sasa tilted his head. "So... what comes next, little gambler?"
Dirga didn’t reply. Not yet. His body trembled—not with fear, but with the aftermath of too much power, too much blood, and too many lies all collapsing at once.
"Hmm... slowly, slowly," Sasa said, almost tender. "Let’s get to your reward first."
He clapped once.