Divine Journey

Some people actually have a life outside of this!

threw one potion (which he took from the cabinet) into the corridor

The vial shattered, but no visible effect occurred.
Next, Siegfried lost consciousness. Having freed himself from Nix's grip, the man immediately tried to attack, but a single strike from Morgan's amputation knife took his life.

*Heimir helps keep the door to Anter closed.* - If I fall, at least I'll serve as a barricade, heh!

So, how are we going to defend ourselves? I'm not going to drink that stuff!

It is better to die in a state of unconsciousness than to understand and feel everything!

Hold the door until our comrades regain consciousness! If we can't hold it, we'll fight back with whatever we have.

- Hmm, well, if you don't want to carry all this around, it's best to do it now, - the quartermaster replied with a smile.

- Alright, where can I leave my leather armor? After all, once everything is over, I need to return the property.
Faelvir and Lindeskar began to change clothes.

Unable to resist the intoxicating effect of the magical potion, Heimyr collapses to the ground. The door remains open for Anther. He and Morgan hear a suspicious crackling sound behind the door, which unexpectedly shatters into pieces. A stream of electrical energy passes through it, subjecting Anther to its destructive force until only a small pile of dust remains on the stone floor. Five figures burst into the room – the same torturer, still distinguishable from his companions by his black clothing, and four others armed with knives. As they approach Morgan, the aristocrat effortlessly kills an equal number of enemies with three graceful strikes. Unfortunately, he missed the fourth, and paid the price: a cold dagger pierces his flesh, and a lightning strike finishes him off. What happened next is unknown.

Added 2 minutes later

- Alright, where can I leave my leather armor? After all, once this is over, I need to return the property.

- Leave it here.

I knew it, damn it. I should have left when I wanted to!

a cold dagger pierces his flesh, and a lightning strike finishes him off.

- Noooo!!! - Heimyr screamed... without opening his mouth, after which, without making any muscle movements, he dragged himself face down towards Lucius's body and ended this movement about ten centimeters away from him. - We'll get you out!

Sorry, it's nonsense, but I just felt like rambling.

The bars of Nokow's cell rattled softly.
"Hmm, it seems no one is planning to visit us. At least now I won't be able to get close to the door, or I'll get zapped again... I'll have to sit in the corner."

Heimir, Hostor, Reynold, and Siegfried regain consciousness, each in a different location, and none of them remember the events of the last day.
The Dwarf found himself in his hometown, deep underground, where the snow carried by the cold winds does not reach. It seems that everything here remained the same, exactly as it was when he set off on his journey. Colleagues, friends, parents - they were all here.
The Fire Mage awoke in the middle of an endless field, which seemed to have no end, only in the far distance the green grass met the cloudless sky. About twenty meters away from him stood a woman.
The Empire awoke at the doorstep of a house, the very same farm where his parents lived. A man passing by helped him to his feet and said that he was looking for the Trast family.
The Templar was in the middle of the street in the Dungeon of Nigh, his face was covered in dirt, and he was dressed in some rags. People passing by looked at him with disdain, and one of them, a warrior in shining armor, whose face was hidden by a helmet, even stared at him and did not take his eyes off.

"Wasn't I supposed to destroy one gang with the help of aliens? And wasn't I looking for the Holy Grail? Was all of this just a dream?"
- Thank you. And what brings you here, good sir? - Reynhold asked, rising and brushing himself off.
"Could it be that someone is looking for me as a criminal? Although, then they would have knocked me out right away when I was lying there... and wasn't that part of the dream?"
Trast tried to examine himself, what he was wearing, and what he had with him.

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