Time Of Traitors

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Nitsiri came to himself already in some dark corner, from which he, shaking with cold and fear, then for a long time could not dare to look out to find out if It had disappeared from the horizon. As the entity floated across the sky and sought out the last remaining livestock in the city, the earth vibrated incessantly, and this drove Sareth crazy.

The mere sight of this rocky body, radiating with long appendages that shimmered like broken glass, nitsiri shook with despair - nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, except for the cold walls of the Wandering City, and his vaunted Ruby sword, honed to razor sharpness, could only help him stab himself and solve all problems in one fell swoop.

As soon as He once again closed the sky with himself, Sareth crawled back into the darkness, where his eyes were fingers. Feeling the farthest corner, shaking from the cold, he pressed himself into it and waited for who knows what. He did not come across any torches or lanterns, and even now, feeling the