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A heightened sense of smell alerted him to the presence of a guest before he turned the corner of the corridor. Yarsi slightly slowed down his pace, and then drove the expression of alertness from his face and, raising his head high, went towards Velislav, Daitra's heir, who was waiting for him at the door. He silently looked at the approaching prince. Yarsi just as silently stopped in front of the Daitroite blocking the passage. "Hello, Yarsi," he smiled wryly. - Long time no see. You've lost your temper, prince.- Well, yes, I became taller than you, - Yarsi slapped Velislav on the shoulder. - How long have you been standing here? I decided to take a walk before bed. - Didn't know that werewolves sleep.- And I'm not an ordinary werewolf, - the king of Reeta smiled with all his fangs. “Sometimes I sleep, sometimes I don’t. If you're not afraid, then come in, I'm glad to see you. The visitor snorted and stepped aside. Yarsi was the first to step into his own chambers, he hear
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Yarsi took a deep breath and paced the room. A childhood friend did not just appear that night. This visit could be interpreted as Daitra's great hope that Miros was still her protector. The Daitras are too accustomed to living behind the back of a strong, warlike neighbor. Their own army has long existed only for appearances and mainly consists of palace guards, those who really wanted to be warriors went to Miros. Yarsi grinned gloomily, yes, the war has not yet begun, but most of the army is already drawn to the western border - the border with the lands of Tinasa. In the forges, swords are reforged day and night - silver is poured into their blades. But Yarsi placed much greater hope in the archers. The longer they can keep the dead within sword range, the greater the chance for the living. In addition, silver tips required much less material than swords. And the fact that silver acts on the dead, he had already seen during the battle at Keront. True, the sword that Vic held i
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A low tree freely spread its branches over the darkened walls. Powerful branches had long ago pushed aside the masonry of the stone fence, and the bricks, unable to withstand the pressure of nature and the past years, lay in piles on the ground. But here and there a dilapidated wall still stood, hiding from prying eyes a squat one-story house, immersed in the greenery of a wild garden. This small plot with a house was located at the outer wall of Eleard and only huge gardens of neighboring estates adjoined it. It was believed that he had an owner and that's the only reason no one has touched him until now. Still, someone else's property, and no one knew where the owner himself was. And the guests here were not frequent, sometimes random travelers wandered in, turning in the wrong direction from a good road. Under their feet lay a path overgrown with thick grass, into which the once flat, stone-paved path had turned. The travelers looked in bewilderment at the branchy thickets, which
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The sun's rays pierced the foliage with too bright strokes, making it impossible to enjoy the flight. Vic hissed through his teeth, the blinding light in his eyes causing him to lose his bearings over and over again and fail to dodge the branches. They mercilessly beat him in the face, lashed his shoulders and clung to his wings. Tired of fighting, the Vistolet dived down and immediately stepped into the shadows. The wings obediently pressed against the back, even no effort had to be made. This action turned out to be so natural, as if he had been a winged creature all his life. The Vistolet chuckled grimly and broke into a run. It was close to the meadow. Vic rounded the parking lot and, keeping under the trees, went out to the children, trying not to turn his back or sideways. However, the front of his clothes was also quite tattered, and through the tatters, curved scratches were visible, deeply tearing the skin. The Vistolets strongly hoped that they would soon be delayed, but s
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The first houses greeted them with indifferent glances from empty windows. The travelers involuntarily stopped. A short, thin boy waved a long stick, as if it were a staff, whispered something softly and twisted his head in surprise. The tall figure of his companion was completely hidden by a thick cloak, a hood was pulled over his face, but the look of his eyes, protected by a thick shadow, ran along the massive walls, tenaciously caught the only movement - the curtains blown by the wind in the windows and glided into the distance of the wide street. He shook his head in distaste and pushed the two girls closer to their brother, standing behind their small group himself.- Well? Still want to go? he asked.“I have to make sure that I can’t help them in any way, Lirta’s parents are no longer young, they need to leave here, just like the rest of the townspeople,” the guy said stubbornly. - A strange place, where did everyone go?“They turned into the dead and left,” Vic grinned gloomil
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His gaze glided over the distant clouds - wonderfully fluffy, beautifully illuminated by the flaming glow of the setting sun. He just lay there and stared blankly at the sky. All the same, I didn’t have the strength to move and I didn’t have the strength to resist either. And to think…, you can think as much as you like, the situation did not change and did not become clearer. But the chest was still squeezed by spasms of pain with every breath of air, and I also painfully wanted to stick my fingers under the ribs and squeeze the distinctly pulsating heart. Why? Vic didn't know, but the pounding of his own heart resounded in his ears with an annoying sound, contradicting his true nature.He smiled wryly. The thoughts were frightening. Who is he? And what if, despite the changes, he continues to reach for the lost image?- Well, - the voice of the sorcerer-delonha sounded very thoughtful. The rest stood a little further, forming a narrow circle. “You are strong, vistole. Most in your p
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He looked at the wave that ran before his eyes in an uncountable stream of human bodies - it seemed so. So it was easier to perceive the chaos that more and more absorbed the surrounding space.It's funny, but although the delonhi sorcerers tried, only those who stood in the center of the square managed to create protective barriers. The rest were swept by a wave of walking corpses. Their only defense was the dead they had already raised before. And also magic - biting discharges beating on staggering figures. Chaos. Raging in the square of the dead.Probably, if he saw this earlier, when he was still an ordinary person, he would shudder in horror. And the knowledge that you yourself created this nightmare would bring dreary hopelessness - this should not happen, people are not material for obedient, ignorant puppets. They should not die by the thousands for the sake of someone's insane goals.But it happened, and by his own will, as well as by the will of the enemy, they rose up and
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The foliage of the bushes rustled nearby, Kim slowly walked over and sank to the ground next to Vic. Mila and Lana wearily lay down on the grass and tried not to move anymore. The boy looked at the Wistolet with an attentive look. His lips curved slightly into a painful smile, and he clasped his knees with his hands and froze.He was silent for a while, then he spoke. Vic just listened, there was nothing else to do, although prickly needles dug quite noticeably into his side and right arm. This meant only one thing - the magician put his changed sword between himself and him."Sarsh," Kim's voice was hoarse, he struggled to get the words out. – An ice demon of the night from the world of the delonkhs. You should have stopped them, not me.... But you don't know who you are yet. It's strange that you turned into a sarsha, it's strange that the Delonkhs chose our world for their hunt. We have nothing that could be their target. Or is there? Kim shook his head and wearily rubbed his face
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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
