The Man With The Golden Eyes

"What'll it be? The royal game of Ur? Go? Senet? Mancala? Choose any of your kin's games! Come and win the lives of this kingdom or watch it all burn!"

[Passive [Stoicism] is attempting to resist Fear!]

[Passive [Stoicism] is attempting to resist Insanity!]

[Passive [Stoicism] is attempting to resist Delusion!]

[Passive [Stoicism] is attempting to resist Panic!]

[Passive [Stoicism] is attempting to resist Despair!]

[Passive [Stoicism] is attempting to resist Mind-Shattering!]

[Passive [Stoicism] is attempting to resist Isolation!]

[Passive [Stoicism] is attempting to resist Eldritch horror!]

"I…I-I.." I muttered As I gazed into the depths of those golden eyes, a primal fear gripped my soul, sending shivers cascading down my spine like icy tendrils creeping into the darkest recesses of my mind.

In that moment, the world around me continued to warp and distort, as if reality itself was unraveling before my very eyes.