[Uh oh, the room's getting colder. Also, there's black smoke. Bad! Should he cover his nose? No, there's no point. A strong gust clears all that clouds his vision, and there stands Ereshkigal and all her righteous anger. Takasugi's starting to regret this. Like, he's not afraid of some gods (like this one), but he's still afraid of death, so it's hard to say where he stands here! Maybe he shouldn't have said he was cooler? That would have made a boring conversation, though.]
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