Небо
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— Oh, how sad, — Maylin pouted. — But now I'm here, which means the party should take on a whole new vibe!
Basically, I'm following Cezan and talking to whoever he introduces us to, and participating in the conversations. Otherwise, I don't know anyone, except for that strange encounter with the Sorceress. If Izemberta wants to chat with Maylin, I'll hang out with her.
— Did you hear what happened to Zuphe? — Gabell asked.
— She broke her horns while they were having fun, — Taffi said.
— He-he, — Maro reacted.
Izemberta rolled her eyes slightly, and Gabell blushed.
— Your jokes... No, someone poisoned her. If it weren't for the legionaries who arrived in time and found her on a bench, not far from my shop, in a semi-conscious state, she would have died by nightfall.
— How terrible! — Taffi exclaimed.
— Awful! — Maro exclaimed.
— And how did they realize she was poisoned? — Izemberta asked.
— The Devourers didn't realize. I just immediately took her to the Dead Heads. They figured it out.
— Did she say anything? — Izemberta continued.
— Nothing, the last thing she remembered was walking towards me, and then it was dark.
— Very strange story, — Izemberta pondered. — And what about the Dead Heads?
— Well, they dug around in her head, and didn't find anything suspicious.
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The hardened hide and stone muscles of the hideous creature could have caused considerable inconvenience to members of the regular army or local hunters, but fortunately, they succumbed to the two-meter blade of a Knight's sword. Nevertheless, the battle turned out to be long and exhausting, and for some time the area was filled with the clang of steel and the roar of the demonic offspring.
Finally, catching the demon off balance on the next swing, the Knight slammed into its body with all his weight, slamming it against the wall of the barn, and with a powerful, practiced movement, he slashed its torso diagonally from the collarbone to the pelvis. A couple of moments later, the creature's howl was replaced by gurgling and a wheeze, its body convulsively twitched, clawing at the ground, and finally went limp.
Sid stood for some time in a combat stance with his weapon at the ready, then whispered a short litany, placed his foot on the shoulder of the limp creature, and with the Creator's name on his lips, he drove and twisted the two-handed sword deep into its chest - just in case.
Satisfied with this result, he wiped the blood from the blade on a haystack, took off his helmet, took a deep breath, ran his tousled hair back, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the plate of his bracer. The armor was dented and scratched in places, but fortunately, nothing that could not be fixed with a simple polish and a couple of tools from his field kit.
His muscles ached with fatigue, his bones ached, his head spun, and he was suffocating with shortness of breath. Not all of these symptoms were caused by the poison - he had become accustomed to some of them and lived with them for decades. Nevertheless, his usual well-being was gradually returning to him, so he decided not to resort to an antidote yet, unless he suddenly felt worse, instead enjoying a prayer to the Lord for good health, and at the same time, for the repose of the souls of those whom the monster had managed to kill.
Having finished analyzing the current situation, Sid decided to take a final look in the barn and see what had attracted the demon so much.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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