Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

—You can't stop or speed up time, whether you learn or not. —nodding, the Voidwalker decides to explain: —Deal, Wind—err, Master. I'm here this week, so I hope to learn something useful.

Ottar's Fortress of Reason certainly raised doubts, but not to this extent... on the other hand, anything is possible in this damned world. Even incredibly realistic mental intrusions.

—It's actually better for us if it's a monster, —Ottar objected. —If it's a mage capable of sending visions indistinguishable from reality and simultaneously draining half the blood from a human body, then we're really in trouble. We can still do something about a monster. As for the children... there are two theories. First: they simply died, or their blood is not suitable. Second: the monster's mental powers are based on the sexual preferences of its victims... whether it's the carpenter's apprentice from the village, or I, who saw the object of my romantic desires... I figured out the deception and deliberately fell into the trap, but who knows... maybe the monster does this to everyone. With men, with women... But I assure you: I felt the consequences of the blood being drained by the tentacles quite physically. A disgusting feeling.

This creature doesn't go into the city... I wouldn't want to be in the village again. And if I have to, then only with Gas! Let the Master show how to fend off the tentacles! He still doubts his words, damn the Void!