The piece of the new song
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The resurrected army, not by people, but by swift streams, scattered around the world, opening the centers of conspiracies, evaluating, sorting out people, sometimes holding them, or, conversely, driving them somewhere, but not killing them, leaving them until the trial of Katana, which, as the resurrected people assured, will have time for everyone.
Umukur and Tumus joined the army, Kaderoy at first could not decide what to do, he did not want to just go over to the side of the winner, as he clearly understood, once in the tower, but when he saw the Phoenix, on the hand of Katana, the young man made a decision – he always wanted to serve the Phoenix, whoever was for him was right. Therefore, he and his detachment of magicians, which was supposed to be punitive for the supporters of the new government, went where the Phoenix called and pointed, hovering over the slaughter that the world had become.
The war went under the languid, lingering, love song of the Phoenix. Trees and flowers thought that a new spring was calling them and blossomed.
Sometimes the rain suddenly began to turn golden, washing away the bloody streams. It was not nature that reacted, but natural phenomena, as if individual spirits of the elements wanted to express their attitude to what was happening. The first to respond, as often in such cases, were the winds.
When there was no one left in the tower, and this happened rather quickly, Katana quickly flew around the capital, gathering in the form of a resident near everyone who was waiting for his trial.
The darkness carefully carried Ito into the throne room, where there was still an open gap with broken crystals, and an open working book of Katana’s plans on the table. The princess, like a deer, buckled her legs and she sank to the stone floor. A new song of the world thundered in her head, but at the same time she heard how the individual words disappeared. She didn’t need to see the blood to understand how much of it had spilled all over Kandziru. She raised her head, trying to keep herself in this world, and not go into the darkness, now she wouldn’t even need a punch in the face to do this, she was already on the verge. A little more understanding, a little more awareness, a sight of what is happening, a cry, a prayer, and for the sake of saving her own consciousness, she would fly into the void.
To save herself from the madness that seemed to be waiting for her with open arms, she pushed the body towards the opening. To give her brain another job, stop dying with every missing word, turn her attention to something else.
She peered into the opening. She heard a quiet chime and carefully entered the abode of crystals. In another space, it seemed that the song of the world became quieter, but Ito did not stop feeling the pain of loss, so she could not completely ignore what was happening behind her back. She walked looking at the crystals, trying to figure out what they were. Carefully, in her usual manner, when only the tips of her fingers lightly touch something, she stroked one of the crystals, picked it up, looking at it. And she trembled with her whole body, throwing it away from her. From there came the song of her mother. Ito looked around more attentively, listened, and began to retreat towards the exit. There were lives waiting for a new death. She remembered how one of these crystals shattered under the foot of the conqueror, and panting again found herself on the floor of the throne room on all fours.
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