Spectacle
Tycondrius took a deep breath before sighing and shaking his head.
A few suns prior, he had committed several counts of callous manslaughter, bordering on genocide. At the time, he had done so for the sake of efficiency.
He had even enjoyed parts of it.
But... he was beginning to regret the consequences of doing so.
It was a surprising predicament, though.
Usually, violence solved his problems, not created more...
"(Ask your questions, Ivory Prince,)" Ananta waved.
Tycon wondered if he was perhaps overthinking the situation.
"Ghost," he addressed the apparition.
"My name is GENERAL Willaburr JONES... the thirrrrrd!!" said the ghost.
"Ghost, how do I gain access to the leyline beneath City-State Making?"
"There's a secret entrance in a mausoleum in the western district," the ghost replied. "Turn the adjacent torch to gain access, but you'll NEVER FIND IT!!"