Небо
"— This day is akin to the landscape of the Lunian mountains. One moment my loyal knight delights my ears with eloquent rhymes, and the next I must endure such disrespect. I would have that shameless wench's head cut off and be done with it."
"— Your Majesty..."
Yin, standing nearby, wanted to say something, but the Deus cut off his train of thought.
"— I know. It would lead to great bloodshed and civil strife, and perhaps my own head would roll across the hall right after. — Mariarnelia searched for the famous assassin with her gaze, but predictably did not find him. — A cage does not cease to be a cage just because it is spacious."
— She reminds me of my middle daughter, Leta. A capricious child, angry every time she doesn't get what she wants and every time she doesn't want to do what is necessary. It seems to me that bloodshed is inevitable, no matter what we do, — Axel gazed thoughtfully into the distance, as if peering through the veil of reality into another space. — Fate, gods, or cruel destiny have long since decided everything for us. Perhaps even the outcome of the slaughter. But the choice is still ours — to put up a worthy fight that will shake Tezoth, or to shamefully slink away. I choose the first option. But I would not act crudely; that is the lot of the Dawn savages, no offense to you, brother, — added the knight, addressing Ambrose.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт