-- Vanni—

Celio was an utter moron, and the prince was growing fond of him.

“Isn’t that right, Gloria?” The idiot crooned at his bird. Vanni reached over to poke the creature, receiving a nip for his trouble.

Celio snorted at him. “Serves you right.”

Vanni tossed his perfect hair. “Nonsense. I’m perfect.”

“You can’t even woo a bird.” Poor Celio was so insecure. Didn’t even seem to know his crush, Ira, had a thing for him.

Vanni snorted, feeling superior. “Give it time!”

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They turned the corner, pushing through more dust in the abandoned palace. Gloria hooted (sort of) cheerfully.

Music.

There was faint, chirping music.

Celio turned, looking back to where the prince had stopped.

“What?”

Vanni tipped his head, listening intently. “Music.” [Eye of Horus] said it was the dungeon.

Celio nodded. “Yeah. It’s a very personable little dungeon. Mostly. Sort of. If you can’t get along with it, no deal, though.”

He rolled his eyes. Started moving forward with purpose. Celio had only agreed to let him see the dungeon because ‘it would be a good test of character.’

Not that the, according to [Eye of Horus], Classless person would be able to stop him if he didn’t ‘pass’. How does one even get stripped of their system boons? Vanni suspected it was somehow due to Celio’s own idiocy.

Soon the archway was in sight. It matched his vision. A gem covered statue, a floor of precious metals; the ostentatious display was outdone only by his father’s court.

The [Incipient Tyrant] didn’t hesitate. Cool, damp air enveloped him as he stepped into the future.