Clause. The strength of the genus. Vyach P.

The last three years I have been dreaming of nightmares every night. That obsidian-black dog-headed legionnaires walk around our capital, cutting everything and everything in their path. That flying flyers, futuristic laser tanks and lizards chained in power armor storm the Kremlin. That crazy fiery magicians drive whole crowds of people crazy. And a gray-steel funnel, in which I walk over and over again. And on the other side I am met by a warrior with a sparkling sword, a magician playing with lightning, and an engineer who controls a huge steel goal. The question is not to go or not to go, but in which way? Through a warrior, magician or engineer?