SpiritOfWrath

NAMELESS GOT THE SECRET ACT 3 ENDING WHICH REQUIRES LIKE TWICE AS MUCH WORK LIKE A WEEK AFTER IT RELEASED ive been playing since the day after it released

On a road in a country on a land of a planet, there was a cloak. The cloak, it seemed, was empty. This cloak walked far and wide, in search of a cure. For now, it was on a road. The cloak walked past a cart, and those in the cart died. The cloak walked past a farm, and for the next ten years, the animals had rancid meat. The cloak walked past a town, and then realized the phrase “ghost town.” Finally, the cloak collapsed, Strands of golden thread erupting from it as it screamed in pain. You see, it could not die. Perhaps, I should mention the contents of the cloak. It seemed empty, and what was in it was surely not relevant to anyone, but I should mention it nonetheless. Within the cloak, there was a skeleton. This was no ordinary skeleton, it seemed a skeleton of gold! But sadly, none were to see it, as they promptly died.

Sorry you! I beat silksong in my absence He glared, but continued. “Now, I want you to answer, unless you fancy losing your other eye. Where. Was. It. Last. Seen. Directions, man.”

I’m in! *boppity bop bop to metal music* *narrows eye* I’m going to use this new breath weapon called “Non-violence.”

He sighed. “Well, I have.” Nikolas hesitated, then put his hands up. “I’ll go with you, so long as you grant me asylum from the Masks!” The guard frown, waiting a time before answering.

A soldier walked up to the group, quiet in their approach. ”Excuse me? Is one Nikolas Winterborn here?”

Aeon looked around. “Why are we here?”

He nodded. “Where was this dragon last seen?”

“I’ve heard of dragons… and rumors of dragons. Tell me, what knowledge do you have of dragons in this area?”

“Up to you. Distance yourself from this, I think.” @Spark of Hope He nodded, then walked in that direction.

Glean payed it, taking the chocolate back to the man.

“Yes… this is what I am doing. I’ll be seeking asylum from Noble.”

He nodded, rising and questioning the bartender.

Aeon nods. “This seems right!”

… Hey. That’s not nice. I can’t have you mocking it, you’ll kill us all.

He nodded. “Nearest store of the manner?”

“No no no… time matters! Why else would I have these watches.” She gasped. “OH! They can tell me the time.” She looked down at them, etched the time on her skin, then looked up. ”What time is it?”

“Why? Why are you better than me? Do you know what time it is?”

“No. Why would I do that? It sounds difficult.”

“What’s your name? Have we met?”

“Cool!” The TV appeared in front of them.