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On the way back to the capital, Klin finishes his diary.
Saria 2
My first opponent in the tournament was a cheerful young man named Yermak. Annoying and tiresome with his silly friendliness. I cut him in two.
The second warrior, Sirocco, incinerated my body with solar energy. Apparently, my corrupted shell can no longer withstand the warmth of light. I knocked his head off with a counterattack.
In the semi-finals, I met our target Humbaba. He fights in accordance with his name. My blade cannot be broken by such cheap tricks. In a counterattack, I turned his insides inside out.
Humbaba, like me, was connected to dark forces. His soul refused to obey the will of the sword and enveloped me in a decaying aura. Now I can no longer wear equipment. Cursed be you, filthy Humbaba.
In the final, I was supposed to fight the invincible knight named Yedanak Saonara. My comrades decided otherwise. If it weren't for the spear, I might have had a chance. A weapon with a range of more than one makes it equal to those shameful archers. Ugh.
With the last of my money, we used "God's Permission." The flash was so bright that all our allies in Calcite would have seen it. I don't believe anyone will come to our aid. We've already used too many resources. Why new sacrifices?
After a few hours, we met with two *** agents. Apparently, this is our last trump card. They were specially prepared for our mission. With a magic suitcase and a lamp, we have a chance to get rid of the remaining archangels.
Venik looks like a confident and calm man. A guide. He smokes a lot. He comes up with plans. He doesn't understand magic very well.
Iza is young and silly. She sulks, but obeys orders. She can use the power of the magic lamp. She repairs items.
Jinnih is from the lamp. Arrogant, dangerous, unpredictable. It's a pity that we have no choice. I hope the agents know what they are doing.
The Last Sands
With the first wish, we located the archangels. Now Venik's map shows their location. From Barsina, we set off for the archangel of beauty. It is easier and calmer to travel with prepared scouts. Even Calcite no longer seems so dangerous. If I had approached our mission in the same way from the very beginning... But all the money went on torn pants. My sword is supposed to increase intelligence, but apparently not enough.
Along the way, we met an unfamiliar figure. It looks like a cheap trick from Vishnian fairy tales. We didn't talk.
We saw a caravan of slave traders. We decided not to take a chance. Too bad. They could have shared useful information along the way.
We reached "A." We sent Shoneksh on reconnaissance. He was almost eaten. And Iza made the second wish. The archangel of beauty fell from the sky and was cut down by the jinnih. Even more than we asked for. Does it lull us into a false sense of security before the third wish? I didn't think about it then, and that was a mistake. Popug flew away. Without him, it is unclear what to do next.
We made a halt to discuss plans. We decided to go to the coast. The last archangel is somewhere in the sea. We don't have a ship. We don't have sailors. No one knows how to swim. Venik grumbles that this is beyond his competence. That we need to call another scout. I'm tired of waiting. I started writing in my diary. Suddenly, Iza shouted the third wish. As it turned out, the jinnih brainwashed her.
The Return Journey
By the will of the insidious jinn, we were thrown into the sea, and our old ship, the "Sun," washed up on our heads. Apparently, the archangel was on board all this time. Due to my curse, I was able to easily survive the shipwreck. I had almost no belongings, so there is nothing to regret. What happened to the others is unknown. I suppose they were forever lost in the depths of the sea. Four more lives lost through my fault. Apparently, there will be no end to this. My mission has failed, and I allowed myself to be at the mercy of the raging elements.
I was thrown onto the north shore. To my surprise, I found the surviving Annexia. After capturing the ship, the sailors completely broke her physically and mentally. A sad fate. If I were a man, I might have hunched over under the weight of regret and remorse. However, I will never feel these deep emotions.
I somehow managed to restore the captain's sanity. She suggested going north, through the forest. I don't care. If my identity is revealed, I will be destroyed on the spot. I need to get to my mistress.
The path turned out to be more difficult than I thought. I am surprised by Annexia's determination. Even fire does not take her. I thought she would be dead weight, but she confidently leads me forward. I don't understand where she gets so much life force from. Is this a human thirst for life? Hope? I'm starting to forget what these grand concepts mean.
After an ambush by spiders, we came across a forest stranger. She scolded us, but listened and even blessed us on our way. I can't understand why I deserve such treatment. Apparently, the forest dwellers really surpass civilized people in everything. This kindness may end badly for them. The world is cruel and unfair.
With the blessing of the stranger, we easily overcame the rest of the way. In the first settlement, we met a kind young man named Makrid. He helped us find our way home.
It's strange that since the catastrophe, fate has brought me together only with bright personalities.
Continuing the previous thought... Perhaps it is time for my redemption? Perhaps there is still a spark of hope in my decaying soul? That this monstrous journey, arranged through my fault, will have a happy ending?+21
I have no magic lamp. I don't believe in anything anymore. And yet... If my comrades safely return home, and the third archangel does not survive these events, and our mission is completed...
I don't care about the "glory and riches" that we were promised. I don't care what punishment awaits me for the failure. But I do not want to accept the reality in which I am the only one of our squad who was saved from death by the monstrous irony of fate.
.. At least I saved Annexia's life, even though I lost others. Perhaps this desire – to fight for the spiritual bonds of those close to you, and not blind loyalty and the notorious duty, and not a living shell and loud ideals – is what makes you a real person...
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