It only remained to hope for luck and that in the inner circle I managed to accidentally gather the strongest representatives of rare races, who frightened many with their mere existence. Only knowing how dangerous my men were allowed me not to lose consciousness from the horror of what was happening.

I understood that now I could not help them in any way - weak, frightened, worthless ... All that was in my power was to pray.

And I prayed - desperately, selflessly, sincerely. She called on the heads of her men good luck and the patronage of the gods, whom she knew only thanks to the memories of Iryana....