Divine Journey

Hostor was pleased to see the nix appear from the darkness, just in time. Redram, who had gone into the forest with a slightly different purpose, didn't miss the opportunity to cause a little mischief. At the academy, there was an entire course of lectures on the topic of "Where and why you shouldn't use fire spells." And the swamp was one of the first "forbidden" places. Therefore, a single branding mark had a rather devastating effect. The hunters didn't care; they were all lying around at a distance from the hydra, so the mage didn't hesitate to approach the monster's corpse and collect trophies. There was no point in cutting off the heads... And then Hostor had an even better idea – he cut out all the hydra's eyes. *Even if these fools survived, eyeless heads are proof of their second-class status.* And then things went wrong. Some idiot was not only alive but also grabbed his bardiche and threw it. Accurately. The wound was quite noticeable; it felt as if his chest had been placed on an anvil and struck with a hammer. Not wanting to stay in this dangerous place, Redram grabbed the bardiche and, leaning on it, hurried to leave the swamp and the forest. The mage coughed and spat out blood. "I'm damn glad to see you, Siegfried," Hostor said, surprised by his hoarse voice. "Thanks for the help. As you can see, things didn't go exactly as planned, but I got my trophy. Two trophies," Redram handed the bardiche to the nix. "The one who threw this thing at me is now unarmed. And it's more useful to you now than to me," the mage grimaced for a moment, his insides burning unpleasantly. "We need to get back to the city quickly. A healing potion will help me. And another ugly creature saw me; it's not daytime now. I need to shave my beard and mustache and get a haircut." *The Abyss! I'm talking too much!* "Let's go," Hostor pulled the hood of his cloak over his head.