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Only now did I pay attention to what was happening around, to shapeless piles of meat, blood flowing in rivers on the paving stones ...

And folded in half in a fit of nausea. I hadn’t eaten anything yet since morning, and the surgical operation cleared what was of the younger gods, so I had to vomit bile - bitter, sour, which made it even worse.

“Wow, what a sissy,” Ware grinned dismissively, pulling himself into my chest. Also a blood mage. How are you going to reach the heights of mastery if you are sick of flesh and blood?

“I… Kh… I'm not going to achieve anything. I would like Foma.

— The flimsy man went.

Warcraft clapped his hands, and a wave ran in our direction from the open ocean. Unusual, too tight, too fast. She looked at us and saw!

- What is it?

- Where?

- Wave.

- Cleaner.

The water reached the very pier and, ignoring all the laws of physics, climbed up the piles, along the walls, with a contented rumbling, pounced on the scraps of meat, acting quickly and with pleasure.

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