I laugh right in his face. And it immediately contorts, struck with rage.

Do you think I'll tell you? - with hatred I throw it to him.

North looks me straight in the eyes, impudently, impudently. Throwing me a challenge. And confidently answers me:

- Yes.

At the same moment, my body is twisted into a spring by a tight, annoying pain. I wince, but I stand straight, though my legs tremble from his might. North presses with force, forcing him to fall and turn his tail. But whoever he is, I, daan, he will not break. I was born with the same power in ancient, powerful blood. Although another...