Heroist
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—And remember, this amulet is precious to me as a memento! So, instead of ghostly tales, I expect you to return with Iczan food and without any Iczan debris! ...Just be careful, this sector is sometimes used by fire mages.
Leaving behind the wolf cub with its empty food bag, Dorian quickly lost his cheerful arrogance. Despite all his ironic arrogance, Shuk turned out to be a surprisingly useful and loyal companion. But now, as always, he was surrounded only by loneliness, woven from the devoted hopes of all the factions that had let him in, with dead branches entwining the fallen comrades and the senselessly slain underground dwellers.
The gloomy, lifeless underground vaults evoked depressing thoughts about the lost past and the crossed-out future. The surface, beckoning with a second chance and a new life, now melted away like a snowdrift. However, he had never seen snow. What remains in such a situation? How did he even end up in it? The last decision to preserve fragments of sanity is to accept the present and forget about the missing prospects. After all, She is real, as is her help. Didn't She save Khatych, her enemy and opponent? Why not ask for her support one more time?
Reaching the edge of the bituminous abyss, he nervously swallowed and peered into the bottomless abyss. Black, rocky obelisks, like clawed paws, pierced the cold, resentment-filled air. Having finished the last piece of bread, he turned a crumb in his palm, tossed it up, and kicked it with his foot.
—I guess I made it! Well, hello, sad rage! You know, if I were kept in a piece of stone for eternity, I would be sad at first, and then very, very angry.
His hands began to draw Guardian symbols in the air.
—Well, since we're going to hang out together for some time now, let's get acquainted! My name is Dorom! The previous Guardian probably ignored you for a thousand years, but I think that's wrong. You can find a common language with everyone, even if they want to behead all living things. You know, I'm very flexible in this regard!
A new seal grows from the last fragment of activity in the space.
Leaving behind the wolf cub with its empty food bag, Dorian quickly lost his cheerful arrogance. Despite all his ironic arrogance, Shuk turned out to be a surprisingly useful and loyal companion. But now, as always, he was surrounded only by loneliness, woven from the devoted hopes of all the factions that had let him in, with dead branches entwining the fallen comrades and the senselessly slain underground dwellers.
The gloomy, lifeless underground vaults evoked depressing thoughts about the lost past and the crossed-out future. The surface, beckoning with a second chance and a new life, now melted away like a snowdrift. However, he had never seen snow. What remains in such a situation? How did he even end up in it? The last decision to preserve fragments of sanity is to accept the present and forget about the missing prospects. After all, She is real, as is her help. Didn't She save Khatych, her enemy and opponent? Why not ask for her support one more time?
Reaching the edge of the bituminous abyss, he nervously swallowed and peered into the bottomless abyss. Black, rocky obelisks, like clawed paws, pierced the cold, resentment-filled air. Having finished the last piece of bread, he turned a crumb in his palm, tossed it up, and kicked it with his foot.
—I guess I made it! Well, hello, sad rage! You know, if I were kept in a piece of stone for eternity, I would be sad at first, and then very, very angry.
His hands began to draw Guardian symbols in the air.
—Well, since we're going to hang out together for some time now, let's get acquainted! My name is Dorom! The previous Guardian probably ignored you for a thousand years, but I think that's wrong. You can find a common language with everyone, even if they want to behead all living things. You know, I'm very flexible in this regard!
A new seal grows from the last fragment of activity in the space.
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