The dragon cultist's gaze flitted nervously, as he attempted to catch a glimpse of the situation behind him through the screen and mirror on the desk, but all he saw was the corner of a brown trench coat. Then he heard the voice of a third person, nor he himself, nor the Huojin God. This voice carried the calm and confidence characteristic of an expert, prompting one to immediately imagine the appearance of a mature man.
"Roll it," the man said, "and see how lucky you are today."
The dragon cultist shuddered as he picked up the hundred-sided dice, letting it roll across the table.
A gloved hand stretched in front of his eyes, plucking the rounded dice between two fingers. The uninvited guest slowly twirled the dice on his fingertips and tapped it onto the table.
The hundred-sided dice stood firmly, the ominous number 1 crowning the top, proclaiming his doom!
"Aieeee!" the dragon cultist screamed continuously, "How could this be? Is it the god-forsaken day, damn it?!"
