Above the cage of the lion. Bushkov A.A.

The head of Svarog under the weight of new crowns leaning below and lower. But the ringing of glasses and favorite female voices distracts him from bitterness of losses. And the growing rustle, rustling, the noise of neighboring pages with an echo of the ancient storm again forces to take up the royal business.

, through the delicate light of the Dryada dancing under the shadow of the night, Svarog sees the stream of thin stripes of piercing blue light. Talar is about to drown in them.

and such an army is dressed up against the new villain that it is almost scary to neighbors. To know where to strike!