He began to wear the artifact from the age of fourteen, after which another miracle happened. In dreams, Tant saw a city in the rocks, and someone's voice repeated a word similar to the name: "Mirai". There also appeared a door with skulls, which was described in the diaries of the Nismant Christabel, who came to this city along with the people of Baron Rainier.- Find an ancient city. Open the mysterious door. Looks like some kind of fairy tale, - the old man said with a smile. “I think you've been lucky twice. First, I dug up the memory of Mirai, enclosed in a stone, and then Christabel's diaries.- And the door? Why wasn't it opened when the city was robbed?“ Renier was a petty merchant from Crag Feron. He just wanted to get rich, but there was enough good here. Plus, the door is creepy. It remains to be seen what powers are hidden behind it.Tant caught the hint in the accountant's words. The old man knew a little more than the rest about the expedition and expressed his opinion,

A wide yellow strip went around the center of the hall and closed in on itself, forming a circle. A myriad of tiny ornaments were burned into it, among which the triangle most often came across. He had seen something similar before. Magorsky Nismanty called such figures "seals of Griefer." Filled with gold or silver, they absorbed spells and protected people who fell into their space.After making sure that the hall was safe, Tant called the others. The companions entered all at once, quickly looked around and began to whisper in displeasure.“ There’s nothing here,” one of the porters concluded. “Slag and dust all around. Let's go before the ceiling collapses.What about under your feet? Yuller said, touching the seal. “It's gold, bastard. Judging by the brilliance, the purest sample.“ Okay, then I’ll go to the camp for pickaxes.He headed for the exit, but the thick-set Taur blocked his path, reminding him that he shouldn't walk alone.- Hey! Look at this, ”Corda’s ringing voice ra

As soon as the stuffiness of the dungeon was replaced by an icy wind of voids, Tant held his breath. They raced through the darkness. In flight, Holden's grip loosened, and he had to hold his assistant by the sash. The movement did not stop immediately, and the darkness dissipated gradually. The outlines of the mountains appeared, the gate towers of the monastery and a long bridge between them. The light of the moon shone. They landed in the middle of a vast courtyard.- Saved! Holden howled as he collapsed onto the cobbled square. “Praise be to Nismass, Nygme, and all the saints!”“ Taur and Engure are still there. We need to go back for them, ”Tant said, looking at the basilica with the bell tower in front.- Nope. Engure is finished,” Kord whispered, panting with difficulty. - I saw him drapanul into the tunnel, without light.Silas kicked him, explaining that the Nismante Order did not abandon their brothers even after death.- He's right. Even if Engure is dead, his body must be

The darkness was unimaginably thick. He couldn't move for a long time. The feeling of immobility was akin to nighttime numbness. Lying on the cold floor, he tried to open his eyes, but, as before, he could not see anything.Not immediately, but he managed to separate his fingers and feel for the pouches at his waist. A magical firefly dispersed the darkness. Launching it, Tant went cold. He saw a stunted stream of a waterfall and a bas-relief with a triangle. At the top behind the stairs was a black door with an outlandish lock. Kord lay nearby. Tantus scooped up water from the lake and splashed it in his face." Master, are we alive?" Kord whispered, raising his head. - It's hard to breathe ... Oh, I dreamed that I was at sea with my father and the boat capsized.Taking a deep breath, Tant called Taur and Engure, but no one answered. Kord gave a strangled cough, tugging at his bandage. The cough made sense. Tanta followed his gaze and froze. An eyeless woman stared at them from the g

The light of the sunset sky filled the forest with magical colors. Late evening in the middle valley, as usual, began with a play of shadows. The sun was slowly sinking behind the mountain line, lengthening the shadows of the trees, which lived their own lives at that hour. Colliding with each other, they crawled from the edge into the thicket, clinging with ghostly branches to the forest canopy.Vegetation was sparse near the fields. There were barns and farmhouses everywhere. Along the roads, wooden windmills cut the air with their blades. Plowed land darkened up to the mountains. This piece of land people won back from the wild three hundred years ago. Most of the predators preferred to avoid the valley. The only constant enemies of the peasants were wolves, earth-biters and shaggy mirquichts. Like bears, Mirquichts lived in dens and caves, and at nightfall they roamed the forests in search of food. In the valley they appeared infrequently, but it was still not safe to leave the ho