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A wave of strong wings, under which jets of cold wind obediently fall. The wind blows against, but does not interfere, does not interfere with the flight. The wings confidently cut through the cloudless, transparent sky, which seems inaccessibly high. Below, the forest rustles, rolls over in crimson waves, gnarled branches stretch upwards with a creak and rattle, as if they are trying to catch, stop ... Far ahead cold lifeless light shimmers with iridescent rays. It does not illuminate, does not give a part of itself to this world, its rays dig in and rip reality, tear it with sharp blades, crush it and draw it into itself... And they call, they call...

Yarsi came to an abrupt halt, nearly dropping Vic. The Wistolet had been complaining for a long time that he was tired of hanging upside down. The werewolf didn't seem to hear him. His gaze flew up, simultaneously covering a huge space from all sides. Many vivid images flashed through my mind. They overwhelmed him, squeezed, not wantin
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