The mysterious Civil visits the Corpse God to have his fortune told, and the encounter surprises both of them. The necromancer draws a step closer to the traces of his old world, but are they friend or foe?
Sorry, my good fortune teller.
.آسف يا قارئ الطالع
Tut mir leid, Herr Wahrsager.
Perdón, señor adivino.
Perdón, señor adivino.
Pardon, M. le voyant.
Scusa, signor indovino.
Foi mal, leitor da sorte.
Прости, гадатель.