Небо
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No answer followed from Revaniel's lips. Turning away, she revealed her black wings growing from her back to the incorporeal spirit, and that was the last thing the formlessness saw before hands resembling fuel oil, emerging from below, dragged it into the unknown.
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We shoot bows for 2 damage, miss, and flee from combat. Everything as usual. We endure the dwarves.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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