"Oh, wait, we all know what's coming, but wait - we, at least I don't want to witness this firsthand," Nabhani declares, hastily exiting the palace. The others exchange knowing glances before unanimously leaving this victory spoil for you to savor alone.

Perfect. You approach the fallen Sultan with deliberate steps, your eyes taking in every detail of his defeated form. For the first time, you look down upon those once-commanding eyes, now dimmed by defeat.

"At last, this moment is mine, Your Majesty." A smile plays across your lips as you casually hook a finger around the golden chain adorning his chest.

His breathing quickens - is it rage or something baser? It hardly matters now.

With calculated cruelty, you smear his blood across his flesh, methodical as those nights you studied battle maps by candlelight. You toy with his broken dignity, like raising your standard over each conquered territory. This city, this kingdom now bows before you, and its embodiment lies bound to this golden throne by traitors' blades, awaiting your final conquering act.

When pained sounds escape his throat, you crush his feeble resistance without mercy - just as he once trampled countless others beneath his boot. You force his gaze to meet yours, a perfect mirror of how he once delighted in others' suffering.

A satisfaction beyond description surges through your chest, more potent than any carnal pleasure. For one crystalline moment, you understand perfectly how the Sultan transformed from the vibrant ruler he once was into this hollow shell.

Yet you will not relent, not today. You'll return his cruelties a thousandfold. Once could never suffice. "Death shouldn't claim you too quickly, Your Majesty," you whisper against his ear, with the intimacy of a lover and the coldness of a mortal enemy. "Where would be the satisfaction in that?"

Conditions:

• Slot #2 = 1
• Not Slot #2 Has Tag (life_rod_user) = 1
• Counter (7000494) < 1

Result:

• Clean Slot #1: 1
• Card (The Sultan in Shame):
  • Tag (Owned): +1

Action:

• Global Counter (7200200): Assign 1
• Rite: Behind the Veil

"None remain, Your Majesty." You approach the fallen Sultan with deliberate steps, your eyes taking in every detail of his defeated form. For the first time, you look down upon those once-commanding eyes, now dimmed by defeat.

"Your guards, your courtiers, your soldiers, your subjects..." Your voice barely carries to his ear. "Your dynasty perishes today."

A strange sound rises from the Sultan's throat - perhaps laughter. It hardly matters now.

With calculated cruelty, you smear his blood across his flesh, methodical as those nights you studied battle maps by candlelight. You handle his vulnerable form with clinical detachment, as though raising your standard over each conquered territory. You crush his feeble resistance without mercy - just as he once trampled countless others beneath his boot. You force his gaze to meet yours, a perfect mirror of how he once delighted in others' suffering.

The taste of victory should be sweet. Yet as this long-dreamed triumph finally comes to pass, why do tears mark your face?

Your companions, your allies, the righteous souls who rallied to your cause, even the common folk who joined your banner - countless lives extinguished in this fiery night. Their collective grief courses through you, more potent than any carnal pleasure.

You search the Sultan's hollow gaze - did this mighty ruler beg for mercy? Did he plead for a shred of dignity? The words never reached you. You know only that his debt must be repaid a thousandfold. Once could never suffice.

"Death shouldn't claim you too quickly, Your Majesty," you whisper against his ear, with the intimacy of a lover and the coldness of a mortal enemy. "Where would be the satisfaction in that?"

Conditions:

• Slot #2 = 1
• Not Slot #2 Has Tag (life_rod_user) = 1
• Counter (7000494) ≥ 1

Result:

• Clean Slot #1: 1
• Card (The Sultan in Shame):
  • Tag (Owned): +1

Action:

• Global Counter (7200200): Assign 1
• Rite: Behind the Veil

You whisper at the Sultan's ear, a soft hiss that declares this to be the punishment – or perhaps the reward – for all he has wrought in his fleeting life. His face twists for the first time, a mask of flesh buckling, but whatever words he means to spit, you silence them. Before his lips part, you pierce his body with your flawless creation – a thing of ruinous perfection.

Aether surges between you, crackling with lightning and thunder – yet its clamor pales beside the merest fraction of his screams, his wails of anguish.

Wielding this seemingly boundless power, you transport him between ecstasy and agony, countless times unleashing years of suppressed humiliation...

Throughout this communion, you experience pleasure transcending imagination. Did the mighty ruler beg for mercy? Did he moan from depths of shameful desire? Did his proud spirit finally break? The words never reached you... At last, even the Rod of Life reaches its end, shuddering to a halt in a keening wail of metal.

Only then do you see it: the thing once called Sultan lies shattered, a broken relic of flesh and bone. Rising, you turn. Lightning flares, and your loins – ablaze with the sacred flame of aether – stand proud before the cowering court. They kneel, one by one, trembling as they greet the new monstrosity that claims their throne.

Conditions:

• Slot #2 = 1
• Slot #2 Has Tag (life_rod_user) = 1

Result:

• Counter (7000496): Add 1
• Clean Slot #1: 1
• Card (The Sultan in Shame):
  • Tag (Owned): +1

Action:

• Global Counter (7200200): Assign 1
• Global Counter (7200246): Assign 1
• Rite: Behind the Veil

Sword in hand, you approach the fallen Sultan with deliberate steps. Blood loss has drained most of his strength; his arms hang limply at his sides, each breath a laborious struggle.

When has the mighty ruler, perched upon his golden throne, ever known such defeat, such vulnerability?

Without a flicker of mercy, you examine every detail of his defeated form, looking down upon those once-commanding eyes, now dimmed by defeat, as you speak: "At last, this moment is mine, Your Majesty."

You recite his crimes, your blade dancing across his skin, opening precise, shallow cuts with each transgression named.

In days past, he would have mocked your impudence, ordering guards to drag you away, or demanding tribute to soothe his wounded pride. Now he can only tremble in silence, unable even to voice his terror.

Will the Sultan repent as death approaches? Perhaps - yet what solace would this bring to those who suffered beneath his cruelty?

Blood weeps from countless wounds, forming crimson rivulets across his skin. In the solemn silence of final reckoning, the tyrant's chest falls still - so quiet, so insignificant in death.

You regard the broken vessel expressionlessly before severing his head with a clean stroke.

In death's frozen moment, his eyes hold the same fear any commoner might show. This is the Sultan you served faithfully for years, the despot who trampled countless others beneath his boot. Now, his reign ends!

With your own hands, you mount his head at the palace's highest point - amidst gasps of shock, cries of fear, and swelling cheers, the news spreads like wildfire through the city streets: The Sultan is dead!

Conditions:

• Slot #3 = 1
• Not Slot #3 Has Tag (lock_98) = 1

Result:

• Clean Slot #1: 1
• Card (The Sultan's Remains):
  • Tag (Owned): +1

Action:

• Global Counter (7200200): Assign 1
• Rite: Behind the Veil

The Sword of the Sun trembles and sings in your hand, rejoicing – you once feared possessing the finest phallus in the country, knowing deep down that only the Supreme Sultan was worthy of such thing...but now, you have conquered your fear with your own hands!



Such chaotic thoughts flash through your mind, and so you swing down your blade without hesitation, sending the Sultan's head soaring high. From now on, you will fear possessing nothing.

Conditions:

• Slot #3 = 1
• Slot #3 Has Tag (lock_98) = 1

Result:

• Clean Slot #1: 1
• Card (The Sultan's Remains):
  • Tag (Owned): +1

Action:

• Global Counter (7200200): Assign 1
• Rite: Behind the Veil

You approach the fallen Sultan with deliberate steps, your eyes taking in every detail of his defeated form.

Blood loss has drained most of his strength; his arms hang limply at his sides, each breath a laborious struggle, yet somehow - he smiles!

How magnificently theatrical this final act of defiance! The proud king refuses to acknowledge defeat, treating this conquest as mere performance! What finale will you compose for this drama? Death? Humiliation? Or something more fitting? A chuckle escapes his throat. You merely regard him with icy detachment.

You know the perfect punishment.

You'll confine him in the quietest cell, buried in the deepest dungeon beneath the palace.

There he will see no face, hear no voice. Endless darkness will consume his sanity, yet no matter how he screams, pleads, or repents, only silence will answer.

You'll visit periodically - indeed, you've already composed the monologue for your next visit, your tenth visit, your thousandth visit - until eventually, you forget his existence, until the last soul alive forgets he ever ruled.

He will perish from madness, from isolation, and ultimately from the mundane humiliation of starvation... Let this be his atonement! Perhaps in his next life, he'll discover how not to trample countless others beneath his boot.

Conditions:

• Slot #4 = 1

Result:

• Clean Slot #1: 1
• Card (The Sultan Imprisoned):
  • Tag (Owned): +1

Action:

• Global Counter (7200200): Assign 1
• Rite: Behind the Veil

You summon all the nobles, ministers, and generals worthy of heed – those already sworn to your cause and those dragged reluctantly into your shadow.



Before them all, you speak. This wretched failure, this once-Sultan, shall not meet death's embrace. Whatever atrocities the tyrant has wrought, half the sin stains our own hands... His punishment – the loss of all he held dear – suffices. You spare him the noose, and in doing so, you absolve the multitude's guilt. No longer must blood scour the throne clean. The fallen one lives. His kin, those willing to exile, live too. This mercy flows from you, destined to bind all rulers yet to come.



Some kneel in dread of your might. Others bow to your mercy and wisdom. All hail this hallowed pardon with trembling voices.

Conditions:

• Slot #5 = 1

Result:

• Clean Slot #1: 1
• Card (The Sultan Exiled):
  • Tag (Owned): +1

Action:

• Steam Achievement: ACHIEVEMENT_013
• Global Counter (7200200): Assign 1
• Rite: Behind the Veil