THE PATH OF RENUNCIATION

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The ancient word swept over the steppe like a bell. And suddenly there was silence. Even the horses seemed to calm down.

After waiting ten seconds, she straightened her shoulders and switched to normal language:

“Men of the Kingdom!” My brothers, my fathers! Cast out fear from hearts, for fear binds the will. Straighten your shoulders, raise your heads. Remember those you left behind. They believe that you will return - every one of you! And I believe, because it is not the one who is full of hatred for the enemy who wins, but the one whose heart burns with hope. Do not be afraid of the ancient darkness - the light will crush it! Tu atrovera mirrien! [3]

Not allowing herself to be frightened, Liramel turned her horse around and spurred forward.

The sky turned completely black. Until recently, the thick and stuffy air became fresh and transparent, the earth was lost in dense shadow, and the mountains flashed like a network of lightning against the background of purple clouds. The wind