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After the harsh conditions of the abandoned martial arts school, resting in a small, but still quite comfortable room was exactly what Alaria needed. However, it would be reckless to rush towards their goal without stopping, despite the accumulated fatigue. This would only lead to a senseless death in lands that do not forgive even the slightest mistake. And Viktor, no matter how much of a workaholic he was, would definitely benefit from the rest.
It was precisely because of these tendencies of the man that the Tanarian woman was not too worried at first when he did not return to the room one day. Apparently, he decided to carry out one of Marduk's tasks himself, as always, without warning his subordinates and making an important decision on his own. But then the second day came. And the third. On the appointed day of departure, the commander sent by Naria was nowhere to be found. One could assume that he had run away, but most likely he himself had made an "unforgivable mistake." Sitting on the bed, Alaria sighed heavily – another life, senselessly lost in the sands of Calcite. It seemed that the desert would devour their squad before the apostles. After all, even a former captain of the guard and a master swordsman did not manage to achieve anything significant. It would have been better if, like in a dream, they had been recalled and ordered to work in YYY, but alas. The path back could only be paved with the blood of the Heartbearers of Akonia.