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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 horses snorted, twitched their ears, glanced anxiously at the too close forest. People wrapped themselves in cloaks and nervously clutched weapons in their hands. The sorcerers looked the most calm, but their impenetrable faces, no, no, yes, had an alarming expression.The first glimpses of dawn fell like scattered rays on a wide meadow and a gloomy, inhospitable thicket. And if in other places at first there was an ordinary living forest, and only then the border of Reeta rose, then here the lifeless world began immediately. Huge black trees did not hide behind the trunks of their brothers, they openly looked at the living. Red leaves swayed and rustled on their branches without wind, as if they were calling, inviting, pulling ...A detachment of horsemen, consisting of thirty people, drove up to the Border at dawn. The people dismounted, hobbled their horses, and prepared to wait. The girl kidnapped from the palace was tied to one of the trees growing on the outskirts of the mea
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Once Radolyub was a member of a clan of sorcerers who were searching for the True Witch. It seemed to them that she was able to revive the Great Power. Useless searches. They did not even imagine that Leana became the queen of Miros, then the path to the kingdom was closed to them. And only now he suddenly realized that they would never find her again, their Liana had died, and her son was standing in front of him. Her and Bortana. King of Reeta! What kind of powers he must have... And it's a lie that he surrendered to them, all lies, he's just playing with them!The sorcerer involuntarily shivered, overpowered himself and approached the werewolf almost closely.Why are you here, Yaroslav? he said softly. - For the girl? I don't believe.- Why? Sometimes it seems to me that there is more human in me than in some of the people. I still remember what it means to be human, my feelings haven't changed.- Not changed? And your heart hasn't changed, it's still beating in your chest. Living
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Vic got up on all fours, his head spinning unbearably, and he struggled to focus his eyes on the white beast. The movements of the monster were almost not perceived by the eyes, they were so fast that they resembled a whirlwind circling in flight. The Vistolet sat down, rubbed his face with his hands, the flaring fight suddenly appeared right in front of him. The wolf with silver eyes knocked down the soldiers standing nearby, slashed his teeth on their necks in a jump. People fell, their bodies convulsed, blood gushed from deep wounds. Vic pulled back slightly, looked around, found his sword. It was only on the third attempt that he managed to rise to his feet. The thick of the fight moved a little to the side, but screams of horror and death rattles were still heard too close. Vic shook his head, trying to assess the prospects.The werewolf did not pay attention to the blows raining down on him, he simply moved from victim to victim with lightning speed, but his skin was no longer s
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The bright sun was still shining in the sky and fluffy white clouds were running, driven by a warm breeze. The world was familiar, full of life and cold alienation. The world was different, with its inherent sorrows and losses, with joys and happiness, there were kingdoms of people and a dead forest of the damned. But this was his world. Their world.He slowly looked around, taking in both the wide meadow and the gloomy dark thicket of the forest. The inhabitants of Reeta howled hoarsely and scraped the ground with their paws, as if they knew that their king was not going to return to them now. The only surviving sorcerer stood calmly among the bloodied bodies of his recent subordinates. Hands lowered, back proudly straightened, in the eyes of an incomprehensible expectation, but not fear. He did not take his eyes off Yaroslav, an incomprehensible look.Yarsi walked across the grass and picked up a white sword from the ground, which lay comfortably in his right hand, habitually coveri
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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
