🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- Maybe even more. Your Welfer, for example, simply altered the timeline in that backward world with a snap of his fingers; perhaps they've been doing it for ages. Or maybe it's the other way around – our world is only 500 years old, but all the data was erased after the planetary bombardment of 812, and a new history was invented to somehow calm the people down. At first glance, it sounds silly, but personally, I prefer to think broadly. We don't know the whole truth.

Come on, let's go to the notice board, and I mean not our little Tirochka, but the one with the announcements. You won't get far with empty pockets.

- Hey, man, what are you talking about? It's not a board, - Ghenza makes a gesture at chest level to remind his friend just how much it isn't a board. - Not like in that photo that Shiri sent me a couple of hours ago, but you know, it has its own charm. I can easily imagine myself just... well, never mind, - he lights a cigarette.

- But you've read my mind. It's a little sad that after everything I said to the boss and the words he used to send me off, I won't become a king, but somehow... I don't know, even the prospect of becoming a soldier doesn't seem appealing. Especially after that incident in Ninike; it feels like that won't be enough. Maybe they'll teach us some cool techniques? Ha! Ha! - he pretends in the air as if he's knocking people out with one finger, almost launching the cigarette. - But this, - stopping, he looks into Girre's eyes with maximum seriousness. - I remember our agreement; we both perfectly understand the determination behind it. But nevertheless - now is your chance to back out if you want, maybe you want to go into art, for example, if that's really what you want. Neither I nor the guys would consider that empty talk. It's a big decision, you understand.