Posts from ? Ikazkan -> Tezot

On the operating table in the laboratory lay a fresh, yet lifeless body. The reason for its unfortunate state was a hole in its chest. To be more precise, its heart had been ripped out. Why? Because someone was trying to replace one heart with another, but failed. - It was to be expected. Erebus carefully turned the heart of Sukai in his hands, enjoying the shimmering light on its surface. He tried to bring the Ivilai back to life by using another body, but the mysterious heart rejected him. First, the victim was a human. Then a Fury. Then a Myrdar, a Sword, an Elm. Then a Bagr, a Nightmare, and even a Bagruk. The result was always the same: bodies, bodies, bodies, and a heart indifferent to their misfortune. Nevertheless, all these experiments opened up new and new perspectives for the scientist, and he continued with new and new experiments. This continued until he reached the final stage of his research. - Now I am sure that I could commit the greatest atrocity against Ona... by forcibly reincarnating you as a human. But I can try this on another Ivilai at another time; there is no need to spoil you. And in return... After that, the scientist uses some solutions, activates magical scrolls obtained from Mugon, and finally rips out his own heart. - Pha... a... This will allow me... it will give me about an hour. I need to hurry. Then he performs a delicate operation on his own body using bronze machinery, and they connect the Ivilai's heart to the body of the madman. The result of black magic and equally black science is the self-destruction of his body... But in return, destroyed cells are replaced with new ones, until a different, but familiar form returns to the world. - Hmm? It seems I am alive. And I am alive. Interesting... this looks like a completely new form of existence. Not an Ivilai. Not a human. Something completely different. I am surprised that you have retained your memories. Now I understand what you were talking about; in the past, I really couldn't understand you and other people. Mm? You are such perverted freaks. Ha-ha-ha. He-he. Let's find some clothes, otherwise this appearance might be too overwhelming for the dim-witted members of the organization. These were "memories." Thanks to them, she was able to preserve her identity.

—Well, in that case, I guess I'll just have to call for help. I could try to sneak through; the odds seem to be above average, but...

Woolen Bolt Kofa! I told you they overestimate the recruiter! There's no one to fight here! Now all hope rests on that couple!

– I see the recruiter doesn't value his family very much, – Rurek glanced at Kizun's relatives with a disapproving look. – Barley, we don't have much time! I don't know what you did with that hatmaker, but we need to pull this off with these people too. If they know how and where the recruiter went, then maybe we can catch up with him from behind.

Meanwhile, Svarca is teaching Jingo the recipes he ordered.
- With such a table, you can even go on a dangerous expedition!

- Ah, I just remembered, I have armor that protects against these things! - He shows his long wolf tongue. - I can probably get through here without any problems.