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So we are prisoners! - exclaimed the Vistolet.– Did you expect something else? Yarsi was surprised. He sat down on the couch and leaned back against it. Vic paced the room nervously.- And you seem to have been waiting for this from the very beginning? And what was supposed to happen in the tower? Was it just me or were we going to be sacrificed?The werewolf shrugged.- They were going.I don't understand, why are you so calm? Isn't it time for us to get out of here somehow?- How, for example?Vic waved his hands in disgust.- If you knew everything in advance, then you should have an answer to this question too! - the Vistolet suddenly stopped pacing the room, came closer and squatted down in front of Yarsi. “Somehow I didn’t attach any importance to how you are sometimes called before - that werewolf at night when the delonchi attacked, then the sorceress in the forest who refused to give her blood. King. They called you king!Yarsi, who had previously been staring at the ceiling
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The thickened evening darkness turned into a network of sounds and smells. They showed him the way, he too easily read this invisible book of shadows, too easily perceived the space torn apart by magic.A familiar smell hit his nose, a cage, three wolves silently follow him with their eyes. Yarsi slowed down his run, without stopping, he cut the bars with his sword. The white blade ripped open both the metal and the magic barrier unhindered. The werewolves howled, broke through the resulting hole and, once free, caught up with their king with huge leaps.Yarsi looked around, voices were heard very close. He looked at the wolves.“Hold them,” he ordered.Werewolves readily stopped, bared their mouths. Their eyes shone with a deadly light. Yarsi nodded curtly and ran on. A growl was heard behind him, astonished cries, quickly filled with horror, the sound of torn fabric and a crunch .... Short delay, they don't stand a chance. Magic swept over the fighting wolves, threw them out of the
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The huge moon, which had barely begun to wane, silvered the tops of the trees with a cold, lifeless light, played with crimson reflections on the red leaves. But its insistent light could not break through the tangled branches and reach the low undergrowth and grass. However, they were not in this forest. Thick crooked trunks with cracked bark rose from the stone-hard, bare earth, covered with a layer of black ash. Grass did not grow here, young trees did not grow here, there were no mushrooms and berries. Darkness reigned here for centuries...The inhabitants of this forest did not need light, their eyes could see perfectly in the darkness. The night was the time that stirred their frozen blood, bit into their essence, forcing them to rush through the thicket of the forest, in the vain hope of finding food for themselves.Gray humanoid creatures glided between the black trunks of forest giants with swift jumps. That night, their movements did not resemble their usual convulsive throw
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A wave of strong wings, under which jets of cold wind obediently fall. The wind blows against, but does not interfere, does not interfere with the flight. The wings confidently cut through the cloudless, transparent sky, which seems inaccessibly high. Below, the forest rustles, rolls over in crimson waves, gnarled branches stretch upwards with a creak and rattle, as if they are trying to catch, stop ... Far ahead cold lifeless light shimmers with iridescent rays. It does not illuminate, does not give a part of itself to this world, its rays dig in and rip reality, tear it with sharp blades, crush it and draw it into itself... And they call, they call...Yarsi came to an abrupt halt, nearly dropping Vic. The Wistolet had been complaining for a long time that he was tired of hanging upside down. The werewolf didn't seem to hear him. His gaze flew up, simultaneously covering a huge space from all sides. Many vivid images flashed through my mind. They overwhelmed him, squeezed, not wantin
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There are questions to which it is better not to know the answers. Perhaps this is true?Vic woke up with the sun high overhead. All this time, Yarsi sat nearby and tried not to think about anything.The Vistolets moved with difficulty, tried the net. Yarsi wanted to help, but Vic pushed his hand away.“I’ll manage,” he muttered, and nearly fell over. His body was trembling, his head was spinning from weakness, but he stubbornly began to rise, leaning first on his elbows, then kneeling.Yarsi did not look at him, only heard hoarse, heavy breathing. The Vistolets was still a living being. Now he can no longer die from hunger and wounds, but this does not mean that he will not suffer, experiencing all human desires and pain. The werewolf gave him a quick glance. Vic's face was deathly pale, his eyes shone feverishly, his parched lips were cracked and oozing blood.- What?! he exclaimed defiantly and winced involuntarily. - I look great, don't I?Yarsi shrugged. He couldn't change anythi
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Pottery was neatly arranged on the table. In the center stood a large deep bowl intended for soup, in which lay a ladle, next to four flat oval dishes, on which game and snacks are usually taken out. Two jugs with narrow long necks and carved handles immediately attracted Yarsi's attention. And ten plates, arranged along the edge of the table, next to each lay a spoon, four of them were quite small.The dishes were shiny clean, there was not a trace of dust, as if a large family was about to sit down to dinner. Only the aroma of ready-made dishes does not hover over the table, wine does not splash in jugs and the voices of household members sitting on the benches are not heard. Emptiness.He stretched out his hand for the jug, the earthenware was quite strong and without a single crack. An angry hissing was heard from behind the stove, a quick shadow darted along the wall. Pressing the jug to his chest, Yarsi turned his head. The nostrils did not catch the smell, only the eyes noticed
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It was cold here, but she wasn't about to leave. The piercing, gusty wind kept opening the thick cloak, penetrating under the thin fabric of the dress and digging into the skin. She shivered, held the cloak with her fingers, which made them froze for a long time and almost did not obey her. But she stubbornly remained on the roof of the tower and peered tensely into the distance.Nearby, streams visible to the naked eye, the dome curved and flowed, threads of energy neatly bypassed a large ragged hole near the ground, not wanting to fill it or at least block it from above. The black road cutting off in front of the hole, as once upon a time, was again just an empty, lifeless stone, in which there were no more souls. There is no Great Power left.It is useless to get angry, it is useless to hate and blame everyone around, and above all, yourself. She did not see him, could not understand his essence, and now she could only wait. Wait…Robis approached almost inaudibly from behind, hugg
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Vik resiliently jumped up from the ground, squared his shoulders, his body was seething with unbridled power, which he wanted to splash out on everything that moves. A clawed hand quickly ripped at his arm, leaving long scratches. He caught her and yanked hard, the gray-skinned creature responded with a powerful blow to the face. The Vistolet flew off, rolled over in the air, and landed on his feet. He roared furiously, he has no claws, no teeth, he is unarmed.Immediately three humanoid creatures, twitching and grimacing, separated from the general fight and moved towards him.“Damn you.” Vic began to back away, his foot tripping over the edge of the collapsed cart.“A weapon, it must be a weapon.” He scanned the crushed skeletons and finally noticed what he was looking for – two swords clenched between his knuckles. Vic grabbed the nearest one and almost groaned. It was a dull rusty piece of iron. There was no time to pick up a second one.He jumped away from the claws of the neares
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The soft, very smooth movement turned into a jerky wave of the hand, the silver of the blade sparkled in the setting sun and sank into the insides of the half-decayed body. The corpse swayed, a bloody-fiery reflection flashed in the empty eye sockets and immediately went out - it hid in the depths of the skull. Hidden. The dead man stared straight in front of him for several long moments with blind holes in his eyes, and then began to sag, kneel down, scrape the ground with his knuckles and hiss menacingly. He did not want to leave, there is too much energy here to stay.Vic smiled crookedly, the creature was found to be tenacious, already three necromancers, after meeting with this walking monster, lay in the nearest forest and pretended to be dead. Until the time - until it's their turn. It could be assumed that this dead man was once a sorcerer, even such rumors circulated. Didn't really listen.He stepped back abruptly, knuckles ripping through the air, aiming at his legs. The Vis
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Radolyub fell to his knees, rested his forehead on the ground and could not stop himself in order not to laugh. His whole body shook with hysterical laughter, tears flowed from his eyes, his fingers scraped the ground, raked in dust. Mida looked at him blankly. A large crowd of the dead had gathered around their dome. The walking corpses snapped their jaws furiously, hissed furiously and fought against an invisible barrier. The only free place where one could look and not stumble upon their faces distorted by death was the sky.“We beat ourselves,” the mage said with difficulty through spasms of laughter. – They beat… But he was a man, Mida. Understand? Human in essence. King of Reeta, dragon and human.He turned with difficulty and looked at the sorceress.- You do not care?"We did what we had to do," the woman said coldly.- So, what is next? Your pride, your hatred, your arrogance - how will they help you now? We ruined our world, Mida!She closed her eyes, slowly sank down next t
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The horse wheezed, shreds of foam flew from the bit. Elena looked ahead with despair, she had long been separated from the rest of the horsemen, but this did not make her feel any better. I wanted to find wings like Vic's and fly up into the sky and cover the distance to Keront in a few moments.This was not necessary, the city flashed as a blurry streak on the horizon, and right in the middle of the road a monstrous action unfolded: a black streak flashed in the air, strangely resembling a giant blade that hung vertically behind ... Yarsi. The blade turned, resounded in breadth, and now, instead of a blade, an oval funnel was spinning above the ground.Elena realized that she had already seen this, once a green-eyed demon, who called himself Brother Yarsi, had gone into a similar portal, and then King Bortan created something similar and also left this world. So doesn't this portal mean that Yarsi must now leave?The girl gritted her teeth and hit the horse with her heels, forcing th
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In the approaching twilight of the evening, the city seemed strangely lonely - the walls had lost their colors and were filled with gray tones, the crimson reflections of the sunset fell on the roofs, making them ominously bloody.Radolyub kept looking back, glancing at Carival. Like saying goodbye.Their little band was trotting towards the Valley of the Wind. He took only five magicians with him - young and very capable, from those who took the coming of dragons very close to their hearts. They hardly had to explain anything, everyone was ready to sacrifice themselves for the sake of destroying the monsters.Radolyub with hidden trembling peered into their faces, they will serve only to divert attention, but the main blow will have to be dealt to him. Or will it be Giton? Or maybe Mida?The woman and eight magicians from Bitra joined them at the crossroads with Tinasa, they slipped out of the hills like shadows, silently nodded and did not utter a word. Radolyub carefully ran his ey
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His own movements reminded him of the attempts of a seriously ill person to get on his feet, his body almost did not obey, but Kim, with desperate persistence, forced himself to move, crawl, flounder in place. Yes, anything to get out of this lingering pool of weakness. The vague gaze now and then stumbled upon the motionless figures of the sisters, their pale faces, disheveled hair and barely rising chests. It was terribly unusual to see restless, cheerful girls like that ... A feeling of guilt before them firmly settled in his mind - he used them and could not protect them.He put his hand on the ground and got down on one knee. A cloud of ash shot up around, hung in the air and reluctantly fell. Kim almost did not notice how Vic flew away, suddenly the Wistolet was simply gone - he disappeared, disappeared among the endless whirlwinds of what was happening. And left them here. Next to the dragon.The guy ran his hand over his face, smeared soot on his cheeks, shook his head, trying
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“My son, a flame lives in you…. My heir!”What is the heir? The indifferent look of almost colorless eyes continued to live in my memory. Inhuman eyes! Too cold and almost dead.You only came to life when you met your mother, and then you killed her....His head was torn from an endless stream of images. Shadows, color pictures, some fragmentary memories suddenly decided to merge into a single round dance and fall on the mind. Right now, right at the moment when clear thinking was needed.Perhaps this is how they start to go crazy?I saw double, jumped from the distant cloudless sky to the deformed wasteland of the Valley, then to the forest, to the endless line of the dead, continuing to advance from Tinasa and again to the strip of mountains framing the black, ash-like earth, split by faults.A wide road ran along the edge of the Valley, dust was raised by the hooves of horses. A long file of horsemen trotted out from behind the hills, all in battle armor, well-armed, all but three
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They sat on the ground, trembling. The girls quickly came to their senses and even smiled sadly. Mila ran her finger along the wing, nodded thoughtfully and quite like an adult.- Now you are very beautiful, Vic ...Sarsha's hand carefully lay on her head, stroking her hair with a barely noticeable movement. A moment... Vic slowly pulled away and gathered his wings behind him, nodded to Yarsi, then turned to Erto. He stared at him with wide eyes, his fingers gripping the hilt of his drawn sword so tightly that they turned white. Vic chuckled wryly and drew the thorn across his throat in a very unambiguous manner. Erto stepped back, clattering his weapon back into its scabbard.“I don’t know what kind of creature you are, but now I’m not going to find out,” he said in a hollow voice."Vic is my friend and that's enough," Yarsi said calmly. So, what else do you know about dragons? What's next?Erto raised his head to the sky. In the pale blue, a black shadow slowly glided, rising higher
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With each step, a thick cloud of ash rose into the air. The smallest black particles resembled homogeneous weightless dust and were torn off from the slightest movement. Ordinary ash is not like that. And there is no such thing as fog. And the frost crystals remaining after it should not dig into the ground with spikes and harden with ugly thorns.The earth was dying, underfoot, instead of soil, a lifeless stone rang. The ash was not just an outer cover, it became a death shroud for this forest...The border of living trees moved a huge distance, edging the black, cracked wasteland. The disfigured land stretched all the way to the hills, from behind which a string of walking corpses continued to crawl out. The swaying figures, paying no attention to anything, stepped into the ashes and indifferently wandered forward.Yarsi was forced to move away from the main scene of action in order to remain under the crowns of trees. The gigantic skeleton of the dragon turned back to the dead. Sno
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Inside the body, something irritatingly crunched and shifted quite palpably so that Vic could hardly restrain himself from screaming. A recently seen picture immediately arose before my eyes - new bone outgrowths come out of the dragon's skeleton and begin to crawl, intertwine, strengthen the backbone. But what happens to his own body?The Vistolet moved cautiously, sat up with difficulty, hoping very much that he would not begin to turn into something new right now. The skin of the back kept the feeling of icy cold, which stuck into the flesh with needles and continued to twitch with pain. He tried to look around, all he could see was a shoulder covered with countless red dots."Dragon's breath," Yarsi said, a mocking smile on his lips. “Your skin is strong, Vic, don’t worry. You were almost unharmed. Can you create such a protective zone again?- Wh-what? The voice sounded hoarse, he coughed.- Do not sleep, Vic, now there is no time to delve into yourself. Accept everything new at
