Epic Seven Crac -

It always did.

The crack in the world sealed itself. The tavern owner peeked from behind the bar. Cermia tossed him a gold coin. epic seven crac

“Impossible,” he whispered.

Cermia’s hand drifted to the massive gun-sword slung across her back. “I don’t play with things that bleed smoke.” It always did

“You think I’m lucky?” she shouted into the void. “I’ve lost more than I’ve won. I’ve been broke, beaten, and left for dead. Luck isn’t a gift—it’s a choice.” Cermia tossed him a gold coin

Cermia stopped walking. She looked at the ghost-soldier. At her weeping self. And she laughed.

Cermia leaned back, boots propped on the table. Her wild orange hair caught the light like a flame. “You’re out of coin, friend. And out of luck.” She flicked a gold piece at him. “Buy yourself a new shirt. That one smells like regret.”