🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- Calcite doesn't end well. We need to convey this idea to all future generations, - not knowing what else to say here, and not having the moral strength for it, he casts a final glance at the bus schedule. - Alright, I'll go gather mana and mend my wounds. Maybe we'll see each other again, - "after the debriefing - on the other side," he finished the thought. - Good luck, I guess. We'll need it soon.

Slowly moving towards the edge of town, he walks leisurely between the streets, still discreetly looking and listening around, noting the faces and figures of passersby, repeatedly changing direction and making stops in secluded places to assess the situation.