Path of the Shaman

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"Greetings, Harbinger!" The Supreme Spirits hovered over me. Have you come to ask your question?

“No, Supreme,” I bowed. “Just pay your respects.

“Even though you don’t have a question,” the Underworld Spirit said in a completely unsolemn tone, “we will answer you anyway.” If you want to see , there is absolutely no point in climbing so high into the Astral. A couple of levels below is quite suitable for this.

A pillar of white light appeared next to me.

— Tavia? I asked.

- Well, you're worried! Flute said angrily. - Everywhere you see your princesses! Is that you, Mahan? she suddenly remembered. Indeed, I somehow had no doubt that I looked human, but it seems that I, like the Spirit of the Flute, now look like a pillar of light.

“Greetings, Supreme,” she addressed the Spirits.

“And hello to you, future Harbinger!” they responded kindly.

"Flute," I called. - We are not here, but a couple of levels below.

In a couple of days we already confidently sent our Spirits to any Astral level a