Небо
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The Guru was lucky – he was standing further away and managed to jump onto his faithful hare. But even the fastest runner of the Sylvan faction couldn't keep up with the swift, fiery cloud. A few moments later, the hare was set ablaze by a precise volley of fire. The beast, maddened by pain and light, threw off its rider and, as a living torch, darted towards the dried-up trunk of the Sky, igniting the dry branches and leaves. The bark of the oldest oak tree flared up like a haystack.