Art&concept by Ol Albireo
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The fiery guardian did not ask anything, he did not seem to notice the travelers. The space behind him twisted, the tips of the wings seemed to strike a spark. On his side was a huge book.
Kekhe-or gasped, Dinar grinned. The guard was so huge, much larger than a ladder, along the steps of which travelers had to climb, as if on a rock. Arad looked at the guard carefully. And on the living fire that burned instead of the face of the sinister gatekeeper, features began to appear.
“Go away,” the guard said, crackling like a fire burning branches.
Probably, for his height, the Guardian did not speak loudly, but Kekhe-or covered her ears with her hands.
“I need to go to the Tower of Evil,” said Arad.
Compared to the gatekeeper’s voice, Arad spoke inaudibly.
But the Guardian heard him.
“You will die there. You are still too small.”
“You could help me, then I wouldn’t be too small,” said Arad.
Dinar expressively and cynically waved his hand and shook his head.
“This is evil, you understand, Arad, and this burnt stick is a servant of evil.”
“But you can stop at any moment,” Arad said, looking at Dinar.
“Stop what, excuse me? – Dinar leaned towards him, – to be evil?”