For some reason, Vic imagined that it would be a woman, probably, the image was inspired by the look of the bedroom, which is distinguished precisely by women's decoration - lace pillowcases on pillows on the bed, a canopy decorated with ruffles, lying on the floor, needlework laid out on the table. And in the open door of the closet, elegant dresses were visible. But he was mistaken, in the darkness of the corridor a staggering figure of a young guy appeared. Vic watched distantly as he walked dragging his right leg. The trouser leg was bloodied, fragments of bone were visible from a terrible wound just above the knee, but he did not pay attention to it. The deathly-pale face, all covered with a network of blue veins, was smeared with already dried blood. An empty, unseeing gaze is directed straight ahead - to nowhere. The Vistolets waited and seemed to look in a mirror, imagining that after some time he would look the same. But there was no fear, and understanding of reality only
The Vistolets carefully seated the woman, moved his stiff shoulder and, without saying another word, grabbed the skinny teenager by the shoulders, easily tore him off the roof and threw him over the fence. He managed to scream loudly, attracting unnecessary attention of the dead, and, groaning, got to his feet already on the lawn. Vic calmly listened to his angry tirade addressed to him, returned to Lirta, picked up the woman in his arms. At the very edge of the roof, he winked at Kim and tossed it to the teenager.- No, no, no, - Kim tried very hard, but, of course, did not catch. Vic did not count on this, so he threw it so that the guy's body simply softened the woman's fall. As a result, Lirta knocked him down and fell with all his weight from above. - Well, shall we fly? – Vistolets looked at the pale girls. Are you afraid of heights too? They shook their heads negatively. - Great, then come here, - he was not going to throw them down, besides, Kim had not yet got out fro
He did not manage to get to his feet even on the fifth attempt, he continued to sit on his knees and watched the children through the fog covering his eyes. Kim was still lying, not even trying to get up. The girls looked at each other anxiously, went up to their brother and resolutely squatted down next to him. They moved with amazing synchronicity, at the same time clasped his hands in their hands and closed their eyes. Kim flinched, eyes wide with panic as he struggled until he was free from their fingers.- No, don't, - he quickly crawled away from them, it was clear that his movements had acquired clarity, he no longer seemed weakened from loss of strength. But Lana and Mila noticeably turned pale and no longer seemed as cheerful and cheerful as before. - Don't, - the teenager repeated and looked anxiously at the sisters. They smiled hard in response. - What was it? Vic asked. “But tell me later, we have to leave now.” Kim immediately jumped to his feet and threw to Lirta.
The guard was breathing hard, he had to carry Lirta alone. Kim quickly began to stumble, tried several times to slow down and fall behind, but all his attempts were stopped by the whistle with a knee kick. Vic heard more and more low-pitched curses uttered through gritted teeth. Two men in the uniform of guards separated from the crowd and ran up to the commander. He handed them the woman, turned to Vic, intending to say something, but at that time, a piercing bird's cry was heard high in the sky. A moment later, the ground suddenly trembled underfoot. People involuntarily began to stop and look around, not understanding which side to expect danger from. Vic only cursed, his ears already picking up the fast galloping tread of the approaching dead things that attacked him outside the city. And another rumor suggested that there were not five of them, but many more. He lowered the girls to the ground and pushed them towards Kim.- Take them deep into the crowd, - he ordered.
The hilt of the sword burned his palm unbearably and pricked his fingers. It was not silver, but the energy of the objects fused into the blade spread along the entire length of the sword. Vic hissed in pain and cursed through clenched teeth, but did not let go of his weapon. The very first blow of the modified sword not only repulsed the alien blade, but also slid through the enemy’s weapon with energy lightning and dug into his body. The dead man unclenched his fingers in bewilderment and shook all over. Vic did not wait for what would happen next and cut his body in half, making it impossible to fight. The Vistolets only understood that Kim had put not only silver into this sword, but also a share of special magic that continues to live in the weapon. I wonder where the guy learned this? According to Wriston's story, his only school was the magic tower dungeon. The remaining monsters, having come into contact with the blade, obediently released their swords from their fingers
The sword did not immediately leave the scabbard, strangely stuck somewhere in the middle and forcing the hand that was pulling it to pull it several times in a panic. Finally, the blade flashed in the rays of the setting sun, and with all its might it was stuck into the chest of the approaching man. The man twitched, his pale blue face showed no emotion, only a swollen tongue protruded between black, cracked lips. The dead man wheezed, the weapon sending lightning bolts through his body, rendering his muscles immobile. He stumbled and fell to the ground very slowly, the sword still stuck in his chest. A short, thin boy involuntarily let go of the hilt from his fingers and bit his lip, not knowing how to get his weapon back. Behind him, his sisters were trampling about, forced to retreat to the very water and already wet their feet.“Kim, there are two more,” one of the girls squeaked. Between the trees flashed dark twitching silhouettes purposefully walking towards people. - I
The crimson disk of the sun almost disappeared behind the treetops, plunging the forest into dark gray, almost impenetrable tones of twilight. Nearby, a river murmured in a swift stream, and along its banks the song of awakening night dwellers sounded louder and louder, forcing them to shudder from sometimes too loud and unexpected sounds. But these were peaceful sounds - the buzzing of insects, the cries of birds, the rustle of fallen leaves under the paws of animals, not the ones that strained ears tried to catch. And yet, the heavy, uneven footsteps and wheezes escaping from throats unable to recreate other sounds came as a surprise every time. The staggering, dragging figures appeared in clots of darkness between the tree trunks and purposefully walked towards the small group of travelers advancing along the river. Having approached a few steps, they froze in uncertainty, stomped on the spot, The children involuntarily shivered and moved closer to Vic. The behavior of the dead, a
Vic did not dare to get out from under the trees. If he could somehow endure the burning of the sun's rays, although this seemed more and more unlikely, it would not have been possible to cook food with his eyes closed anyway. Therefore, the entire parking lot moved under the trees, Kim dragged branches for the fire, but the girls had to move the carcass of the fallow deer. The sisters, without fear or disgust, grabbed the dead animal by the legs and dragged it to the forest. Vic took the prey from them and, having settled in the densest shade, began to skin the doe. It turned out that because of the spikes on the fingers, it was not very convenient to hold the knife, it was more convenient to pick up the skin with these same spikes, which not only easily pierced, but also tore apart no worse than claws. The girls stood nearby and watched with interest the transformation of the animal into meat that can be eaten. Kim pretended to be busy with the fire and diligently turned away.
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
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
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
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
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
“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
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
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
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