The blue look of death. Dawn. Part is fourth. Kamsha V.

When a fade, 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 centuries -free ranges, stand up to the back against a common terrible threat... And when there is no time to think, 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 gluttonous bronze beasts. Someone throws the last rate on someone else's arrogance and leaves towards 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 "glitches 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! Guns subside, bonfires flare up. Marshal Alva laughs, the foreman of Poddd smiles. Robert Epine is happy for the first time in many years, Marseille Valme almost envies 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...