The blue look of death. Dawn. Part 4

When a bad man, like a plague, does not analyze the boundaries ... When you can’t believe your native uniforms, but you can and should believe familiar enemies ... When the enemies, having moved the eccentric rampant, stand up to the back against a common terrible threat ... And when there is no time to reflect, because the battle has already struck ... Then anything can happen. And it - believe me - happens. From nowhere, the commanders arise, and the cavalrymen feed the black oats of the gluttonous bronze beasts. Someone throws the last rate on someone else"s arrogance and leaves to meet three shelves to snatch, get, cut through precious seconds. Someone grows into icy slopes and restrains, restrains, restrains the next onslaught with white-eyed death. It would seem: how many battles have already died out on the pages of the "Praise of Eterna"? But this one does not look like others. And it depends on him too much more. And so I want to think about this battle that at least behind them everything is in order!
Parts subside, bonfires flare up. Marshal Alva laughs, the foreman of Poddd smiles. Robert Epine is happy for the first time in many years, Marcel Valme is almost envious of him. Rupert Foc Felsenburg gets a cat back and thinks about love, Arno Savignac manages to find someone else"s loss and something else. Mullite looks at the golden flower, and Selina - at the ring with a strange sign. Still winter, but the day is already growing, and the night is melting