Fortress of Hope

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Hit, hit like that.

…

Is that what I think? Sionel looked around curiously.

Or rather, it was Nick himself. Sionel's face fell off like autumn leaves. Growth immediately decreased, and the face became young and perky. And there was not an ounce of elf in him. In short, Nick became himself. Except in a funny virgin white children's set: a T-shirt plus shorts.

- Watch out! - a piercing female cry sharply ripped through the ears and a neon-blue ebike with a slender beauty on its back, in a bright blue-black overalls, whistled past the friends.

In surprise, the team succumbed back, tightly pressed against the wall. The portal threw them onto an observation deck at the very top of an unrealistically high skyscraper. These were simply not built on Earth.

Consciousness understood that this was another virtual world. That's just the awareness of this fact did not prevent the senses from responding to what is happening, as to reality.

And for consciousness, a strong piercing wind whistled very