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  The deadline has arrived, yet you still haven't presented the Sultan with satisfactory collections.
  
  Trembling, you kneel on the palace's cold stone floor, begging for mercy and forgiveness.
  
  The Sultan smiles ambiguously without speaking. The silence weighs so heavily on your spine, making you feel infinitely small and insignificant.
  
  You sense death's veil lifting slightly at the corner, but all you can do is wait hopelessly.
  
  The Sultan taps his throne lightly, jewels and gold making a soft "click." He smiles, having thought of a good idea.
  
  "Princess Ansuya, if you beg me, I'll spare his life. How about it?" He finally speaks, but not to you.
  
  You can't help raising your head slightly, glimpsing mild disgust fading from Ansuya's eyes.
  
  She bows to the Sultan: "As you wish."
  
  In that moment, you see a perfect, white god statue collapsing instantly, tumbling from a snowy peak, becoming useless stones. It was just a matter of one sentence... You didn't have to die! You madly jump up, cursing this woman, then the Sultan waves his hand, and you're dragged away.
  
  Everything that once attracted you now pushes you into an irredeemable abyss. She merely stares coldly through you, through the Sultan, gazing at the immense reflection of this world's arrogance, desire, and hypocrisy.

• Ending: Walking with the Tiger

The Sultan toys with the small golden statuette, rubbing the scratches and old dings caused by years of worn. Its lines and contours are unusually delicate and soft. The pagan god lowers its brows, merciful and compassionate.

Tyria.

He thinks of that feeble tribe again. The gods they served had the same repulsive temperament as they did. Though their princess was somewhat interesting.

The Sultan casts a glance at Consort Ansuya who stood quietly beside him.

Except for the first year she came, this woman had been so quiet and inconspicuous that he almost forgot her name. But now, he recalls the lingering gratification torturing her brought him. She is a lioness hiding her claws. He wants to break her again.

The Sultan casually throws the statuette into the golden plate beside him, like throwing away a used wine glass. It makes a sharp clink. He turns to you: "What's with the ruby ​​on the statue's forehead?"

You quickly present the prepared speech with just the right amount of servility and flattery: "Your Majesty is wise... The Tyrian tribe has long been destroyed under the iron hooves of your troops. I went through all the merchants in the city, only to find this damaged figurine, excavated from ancient ruins, apparently a relic of the Tyrian tribe. But how could I present Your Majesty with something defective? Therefore, I took the initiative to order a craftsmen to repair it as much as possible..."

"Gilding the lily." The Sultan's voice reveals no signs of satisfaction or anger. The weight of his presence makes you bow down even more.

You purposely ordered for the ruby inlay, intentionally ruining the minimalist gentle harmony of the Tyrian style. You are betting that the Sultan did not order for this statuette to appease Consort Ansuya.

Who in the world is worthy of the Sultan's appeasement? He is above all likes and dislikes. He conquers everything he sees with an unparalleled desire for destruction.

You lowered your posture even more, "Please forgive me..."

The Sultan waves his hand and smiles cruelly, "You are dismissed. Your reward shall be delivered to your mansion this evening. Isn't that right, Consort Ansuya?"

Consort Ansuya hides a hint of annoyance under her lashes. She bows. "As you wish."

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