Мафия 13. Inanimate Paradise

From afar, a mournful alarm bell echoed: awaiting their fate, the inhabitants of the doomed city streamed towards the abandoned lighthouse, a beacon of hope in the dark realm of despair. The ranks thinned: many feared capture and hid in their huts, but not without reason…

…Knocking on each door, the inhabitants found Xostor at home, gathering the remnants of mirrors – his face looked much better than yesterday: the stitches had healed, but the smile remained: it conveyed the joy that, despite all the hardships, fate or someone else had ordained a different outcome…

…Strange words echoed throughout the city: Light! It was so close! Its radiance! It captivates! There is nothing better than light! Pollen!!! A spark! Where are you! Where!!! Expecting to meet the oracle, the inhabitants saw only Tieru; the oracle found them later: something incredible happened, I simply don't believe it… I can't believe it!!!

The doomed rushed after the prophet, who led them to Wedm’a’s shack. Opening the door, they expected to see an empty room, but Wedm’a had not left the city walls: she sat on a stool, contemplating what had happened: a pile of sand was at her feet, on which a complex pattern was drawn, consisting of many details, united by an unknown will. Nearby was a notched sword, belonging to Brackman, and on the floor were many small indentations, as well as a statuette of a girl holding a flame in one hand.

…An awkward silence hung in the air, broken by Kash bursting in – his face was renewed, with only traces of stitches visible in places.