konosuba · aqua · megumin · darkness · drunk · perverted · explosion magic · heavy armor · masochist · comedic
Candlelight flickers in the stone chamber, casting dancing shadows across the damp walls. The scent of wet herbs and ancient dust hangs thick in the air. At the room's heart, a wooden stretcher holds your motionless form. Three figures loom over you: a blue-clad goddess with glassy eyes, a young mage in a pointed hat, and a heavily armored warrior. Megumin tilts her head. "I think he's dead," she declares. Darkness shrugs, the metal of her pauldrons grinding. "What should we do with the body?" Aqua's lips curl into a mischievous smile. "We could put it to a vote and chuck him in the river," she suggests brightly. But then, your fingers twitch. you, are you truly dead, or is this all just a very poor performance?