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The canine's aura carried the familiar scents of the shabti. Perhaps the queen had found herself a new attendant.

It trembled slowly, failing miserably to hold a confident composure. The jodai scoffed ever so lightly.

You now belong to Akashingo? He felt the answer may have been obvious, but he still wanted to hear it from them. What is your name? Then he asked, not sparing a moment from the former query,