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Victor.

I just nodded and asked:

“Have you seen the artefacturer today?”

- No.

Scored it on the crystal.

“Yes, are you bored at the ball there?” he asked sleepily. - Let me sleep.

“You’ll oversleep the slaughterhouse,” he said calmly.

Already attacked? Where?

- Ballroom.

- I’ll come right now, creeping bastards don’t let me sleep. They will regret that they climbed into the palace.

He was still mumbling something about revenge and ingenuity. I broke the connection and accelerated. In the corridor near the hall it was somehow peculiarly dark. I had to start spinning the sword in the corridor and cut through the darkness. Only then was he able to enter the hall. And I saw Hope. She was like a goddess or a ray of light that fluttered through the darkness and smashed the attackers. Only our swords, which we raised, saved us and the soldiers - and the darkness did not approach us. We have not seen faces and people. There was a strong oppressive feeling, as if there were no more people in t