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Kyrian, kneeling in the center of the altar on the cursed peak, raised his eyes, red from tears. The man who suddenly appeared in front of him radiated power. A black cloak with a red lapel fluttered in the wind, revealing a dark scarlet velvet suit to the young man’s gaze. The stranger behaved with authority, although it seemed to the young man that the uninvited guest was very weak. White hair sparkled silver in the light of the full moon, and yellow eyes burned Kyrian to the very depths of his consciousness. The sharp stones surrounding them pulsed with a dull blood-red glow.

- Are your prayers true? – Kirian clearly heard every word, despite the howling wind. - Did you say these words with all your heart?

The young man swallowed nervously. He didn’t even notice that all this time he was muttering prayers to heaven, asking them to save the life of his beloved. The frightening and at the same time bewitching stranger was probably a messenger of the gods.

“Yes, I’ll give everything