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City of Chimeras


The end of one is always the beginning of something else. The forces of humanity and the mystical forces clashed here, and it has its outcome. The last flashes of light before my eyes will allow me to illuminate it for you, but that's all. That's what the voices in my head say.

"The night began with the commandant, desperate to find the criminals in the city, staging a full-scale raid. He sent detachments of the city militia into the streets, who grabbed everyone who seemed suspicious to them, including Nebo, KindShaman, and RiMpel2."

This was certainly very timely. I had to spend half an hour explaining to the patrolling dullards why I was dressed so strangely and hiding my face behind a mask. I am the Enforcer, damn it! Didn't they see my comrades?...

"Then strange events began to occur. KindShaman mysteriously disappeared right under the nose of the patrol guarding him. And a moment later, countless hordes of rats crawled out of every crack in the area and attacked the detachment."

But I told the commandant not to skimp on rat catchers... Well, maybe I didn't say that, it doesn't matter.

"RiMpel2, breathing heavily after a long run, finally stopped and leaned tiredly against a wall. He managed to avoid both the heavy fists of the commandant's subordinates and the rat bites. Carefully peering around the corner to make sure no one was looking for him anymore and that there were no rats around, he noticed an incomprehensible figure in the light of a street lamp at the end of the street. A chill ran down his spine when RiMpel2 realized that it was not human at all, hovering a few feet above the ground, and approaching him at an unnatural speed. Regretting that his gun had been taken away, RiMpel2 stepped back, when suddenly the ghost, as if woven from streams of sand suspended in the air, was right in front of him and embraced him."

Even formless evil has its embodiment...

"It's not easy to escape from rats, especially if they are led by someone's will. KindShaman appeared on the street out of nowhere. The ghost released RiMpel2, who was convulsively twitching in his death throes, and rushed towards a new target, but suddenly stopped, recognizing the illusion. KindShaman calmly took out a pipe and lit it, staring intently with his small black eyes at the figure hovering in front of him. A silent command was given again, and this time he had to obey. The Evil Yaschur was scattered into the air and was forever erased from this world."

Well, what a joy! Okay, my new master, don't forget to leave an invitation for RiMpel2 to the Theater, people like him will be useful in the next performance, which will not be here and not with us. And the current one ends here, all that remains is to deliver the verdict.

The Undead Win!

After the disappearance of the Evil Yaschur, the infections stopped. It seemed that everything that had happened could now be forgotten as a terrible dream, but the city would never return to its former state. Now, forces inaccessible to human understanding reign in it - KindShaman's power over the minds and consciousness of people has become almost limitless. This is no longer a city of people, and its fate is to be forgotten and isolated in one of the most remote corners of our country.

However, there are still those in it who saw its last days, who died with it. Like Neyra Drake, for example - being a witness to the end, she was not destined to escape to tell what had happened. Despite her skill and knowledge of medicinal herbs, she became one of the last victims of Mor.

Gur, obeying a foreign will, drove all the surviving workers of the Bull Project into the steppe, where they disappeared without a trace. The production facilities stood in disrepair for some time, after which the few insane steppe dwellers turned them into religious ones, praising the Great Prophet and the spirits of the steppe. Gur himself, a week later, temporarily regaining control, managed to finally break free from outside influence, throwing himself into the river and drowning.

Uranium235, sensing the changes in the city, quickly withdrew his units, while his soldiers were still in their right minds, and left for the front, where he was going to go before this story.

Having freed himself from the commandant's people, Nebo returned to the steppe and wandered aimlessly until he decomposed into his constituent parts.

Heroist no longer showed himself to anyone, testimonies about meeting him became tales, and he himself became an urban legend among those insane people who remained in the city after all the events.