That day remains shrouded in uncertainty. We don't even know if it was a day, a week or a month, because at that time, the time was severely compromised. The sky seemed to go wild: according to various testimonies, it showed different sights. This was followed by a similar erratic aberration in the natural world, with the earth, water, air, plants and animals went mad. Then humanity and other races came very close to the brink of their extinction.

All we know is that magic is to blame.”The Great Chronicle of the World by the Chronicler of the Third Cave"

"Meat!" a woman in stone dust jumped into a crowd and started a deformation.

A dark-skinned woman proudly entered the newly created wall passageway (though her proud image suffered from the fact that she had to push and grab other passers-by through the new door to be the first).

The hall had once been a menagerie or a prison. In addition to the usual unusual devices that were found on every floor of the tower, there were shelves of transparent cages reaching up to the ceiling, containing the skeletons of unknown creatures, with insanely long fingers and elongated skulls, with many small heads, or with a huge skull with one eye socket and powerful tusks, and many others. There were also empty cages with objects such as books or chairs. Perhaps these were also exhibits or the strangest forgotten prisoners. Or maybe shelves of junk are shelves of junk.

"Mad thing! I told you to follow me!" the second woman said angrily, but suddenly her attention was drawn to a gold mask with a crown, studded with jewels, with gold chains and a lock on the back. After ordering the transparent material of the cage to drain away, the domineering woman took the item she liked and put it on. All the locks and clasps of the golden mask snapped shut in an instant.

A smartly dressed man, looking like a wet crow but behaving like a small rodent (probably spreading the plague), entered the room after the now golden-faced woman.

"The previous one was better," the man spat disapprovingly on the floor. Looking around the room, he became interested in the skeleton of the creature that was trying to claw its way to freedom. Entropy resistance, what could be more fun?

"What do you care, slayer? You should rejoice in her intoxication with power, for you are connected,” the next man looked like a square colossus, filled with a lot of extra blood and that blood now trying to break free. The contents of the cages didn't interest him, and he angrily knocked off a someone's former part that had reached him. "Or do you feel sorry for the filth?"

"Revenge!” the boy who had entered shouted at the evil man, his eyes glaring from under his eyebrows. He didn't belong here. The boy glanced quickly at the broken silver scales, the empty bowl of which outweighed the pile of gold bars on the opposite bowl.

The colossus was about to reply when the killer's laughter rang out. There was no joy or vitality in the laugh, as if she had found it inside her and began to squeeze it out painfully so that it would die. The deformation is complete.

She spread her arms, red to the elbows, and exposing her face to the rain of blood that fell upon her as she began to spin in place. Her iron breastplate was torn and sagging, revealing two scars that belied her femininity.

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"Come on!" the second woman peered impatiently up the next huge spiral staircase. They continued their ascent, arguing and insulting each other incessantly, only the boy scowled silently, leading the bloody woman by his hand. The relief (or time-worn bas-relief) of the tower inextricably enveloped the entire architecture: from the floor to the stairs, from the columns to the ceiling. What it depicted was already impossible to understand, except that sometimes strange faces broke through the smooth surface of the polished stone patterns.

"I hate to interrupt you bastards, but did someone order dragon meat?" the second man walked over to a jagged hole in the outer wall and spat into it. In this unplanned window, many black dots swarmed against a scarlet sunset. "And hold the fool, or she'll jump down to them."

"Not-entirely-finished guardsmen. This is their last spurt of desperation. Shall we give them a decent fight so that the song will be beautiful?" the woman who claimed to be the leader asked pompously, but in the end she couldn't help laughing. "Into the Abyss them! Ha-ha! Drag the outsider, so he won't be carried in vain!"

The man with the blood pressure took a bag from his shoulder and pulled out a battered man wearing a closed iron helmet. He dragged him roughly across the floor and placed the unfortunate man against the opening, grabbed a handy handle on the back of the helmet and used a lever on it to raise a visor. The outsider blinked in confusion as he adjusted to the light. He didn't look like anyone else present. He didn't belong here.

The dragon armada was rapidly approaching, and the riders on scaly necks could already be seen. The captive finally focused his vision and saw them. And the madness began. The closest dragons suddenly began to fall, as if pinned to the ground by invisible giant hands. One had its massive belly ripped open and began to fall as a lump of flesh, black smoke billowing from its mouth. The chests and necks of the other dragons also began to explode. Proud, powerful creatures were being destroyed by an unseen force, like an evil child destroying insects. Seeing this, the outsider struggled and babbled in his own language.

"What scum you are, you little bastard," the man holding him said with a laugh. "Even we're not such violent abominations. And we are very violent abominations.”

The prisoner fell silent, repeating one word, clinging to it like a drowning man to anything, and some of the dragons were able to straighten their falls and retreat into the sunset.

"Broken," colossus said in frustration, sending the outsider through the opening after the dragons.

They were about to go further up when they noticed a new woman. Her entire face was smashed, shattered and broken, as if she had fought a brutal opponent hand-to-hand and lost. But she was standing there, so what did the person who did this damage look like?

"Here you are... Main actors..." the woman barely moved her broken jaw. She weakly raised her hand with the glowing object, and then the real madness began.