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- Good news, - Guyon said dryly, recovering slightly from the shock. - We have a week before this creature attacks again. In that week, we need to do everything we can to obtain the blessings and prepare for the battle.
- Eugene... the Emperor... the Mystery... the Archive... No, no, no... - Beata muttered stubbornly, clutching the windowsill with her pale, tense fingers.
Guyon put his arm around her shoulders.
- Don't underestimate our Eugene. He's a smart guy; he must have had a trick up his sleeve. And the Emperor might have foreseen something. As for the others...
Beata fell into a stupor. It seemed as if she had stopped breathing. Then she turned and looked into Guyon's eyes. He had never seen her SO angry.
- This is a goddamn war, - she hissed through her teeth. - We have to kick this scaly bastard's ass. At any cost. I won't rest until I rip his damn wings off and shove them up his ass.
- We'll kick, rip, and shove, - Guyon said resolutely.