Nails scraped against the great marble table.
The round was the twenty-fifth, and it had just begun a few seconds prior. The score was fourteen to fourteen. The wins had been alternating, every turn.
Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
Hynemtopep knew it for a fact. Loimos was cheating and manipulating every turn. The sequence of events was the same every time. The flow of each round was a perfect match without any deviations. When Hynemtopep won, it was in the same manner. When Loimos won, it was in the same manner.
The cards were not the same every time–But so far, the deity had not been able to receive a single special card, whilst Loimos was accumulating them. The undead had not used a single one so far. Loimos had just been silently making hand movements to ask for cards or rest. The skeleton had not said a thing at all.
He was just still, and seemingly ever-staring right at Hynemtopep.
The god kept his cool as best as he possibly could;
