🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

– These chambers are now yours; they have everything you need, as well as beauty and comfort, – she announced cheerfully. – I don't think I mentioned that I am exceptionally curious? One of my friends recently enlightened me about the otherworldly goddess Sophia. Unfortunately, I don't know much about what lies beyond Anush. Perhaps you can tell me about Ryn? Aside from the prism of the Akonian's dislike for her.

– Thank you, madam. As long as this place serves as my home, there won't be a speck of dust! – Having finished a quick inspection of the room, the bodyguard nodded approvingly, considering its aesthetic qualities satisfactory. – I am not a good storyteller, and I don't have a theological education, so I will be brief. Ryn is the divine embodiment of the concept of beauty and, at the same time, a tool for eradicating all that is vile in the universe. As you know, what is beautiful on the outside is beautiful on the inside, so Ryn elevates all that is good and destroys all that is bad. Compared to our world, her native planet, Reim, is a utopia where there is no place for vices and excessive suffering; everyone is beautiful in body, mind, and, most importantly, in spirit. Therefore, for me, the image of an ideal Reimian is an example to follow, and I plan to live my life accordingly. I want to be worthy of her world, even if my soul never finds itself there.

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Erika takes her talwar again, and Gnosis returns Iliman's:

– Your turn. Let's tear them all apart for ourselves, for Ushumgallu, for Sir Kira!

Winking at the "trio," Erika went to wait for the semi-final, simultaneously "analyzing" both of Bibis's fights and calculating her chances of striking him first...

– Aha-ha... Undoubtedly! – Iliman shyly took his own blade back. – Congratulations on your victory.
According to Erika's recollections, Bibis possessed the same speed as Bivis.

– Experts say that recently, many fans of island comics have "thawed out" in the spring, and they are the ones wearing these toothpicks, – Genza sat in an armchair, legs spread, and arms folded on his chest, gloomily watching the bloodshed. – So, nothing surprising.

– ... Perhaps... Hmm, it seems your fight with Sisandra is next... Who should I wish luck to?...