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- I understand that you climbed into the dungeon for a joke? Kill heroes? Did it make any sense?

- Force…

- It's clear. Happy death. I am grateful to you for one thing - for the words that you said after my story. I will live and fight on, - thoughtfully scratching the back of his head, he caught himself. “And say hello to Linre.” If you meet in your monstrous Hell. Sayonara.

Shaking off his clothes, he stood on the edge of the pier, putting his hands on his hips and looking at the endless waters. Gradually they lost clarity, blurred, turning into a haze.

- I would give someone a smoke ... - I drawled dreamily, waiting for the haze to finish reincarnating. - After such a boring adventure, it would be nice.

Soon, instead of water, there were stone walls around, covered with incomprehensible symbols. Instead of the horizon in front of the face - a door without handles and hinges.

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