„He’s dead!”

„Who?” Parca asked in amazement, staring at Mayar, while the two of them were slowly walking through the forest after they left the Barefaced's house when they felt so stuffy to spend time with him while listening to his sad song.

„The Barefaced! He’s dead, but he doesn’t know this. Why?”

„Because he doesn’t need to know that! And… he also doesn’t have why to find this out.”

„Why?” insisted Mayar, and that insistence seemed weird to Parca, who right away stopped and looked into the girl’s eyes.

Mayar’s eyes didn’t talk to her, however, as if they were simply drawn on her face. Yet… they were alive and her presence there was as vivid as her eyes, even if the Barefaced named her „a dead soul,” right after seeing her.

Then, seeing that she won’t read the truth she expected to read in Mayar’s eyes, Parca looked elsewhere as if looking for a short time into the girl’s eyes was something that bothered her or left her powerless. „It’s simply because… the dead souls, that are still on this Earth, mustn’t know about this. At least not until their time to leave this world won't come."

„Yet, he called me „a dead soul.” Why?”

„It’s because a dead soul sees only dead souls around. Let’s call it a mirage of the mind or someone’s law of nature: we try to get closer to those who we think are similar to us, without being aware that they are a simple reflection of our soul."

„And… isn’t this the same?” Mayar said, sketching a smile: and she smiled for the first time since she was with Parca.

But the Titanide didn’t see it and maybe it was better this way.

„Maybe you’re right, Mayar. Maybe it’s the same… because what influences us always is Life itself and we aren’t even able to feel its waves around us.”

Saying this, Parca closed her eyes and let a white, air current come out of her mouth, an air similar to a milky fog, but not that consistent.

Seeing her doing this, Mayar curiously looked at her, for she didn’t expect such a trick from Parca. Yet, she has been even more surprised to see that from that air current, that came out of Parca’s mouth, destinies were reflected on the air vault around them: pictures that seemed as if taken from an ancient famous canvas.

„A fight!” murmured Mayar, seeing those figurines made from white air moving away from each other, gathering in groups, or wandering along the streets of a deserted city, then… of a city that seemed surrounded by flames.

But what caught Mayar’s attention and made her step toward that image, with her hand stretched in front, has been the image of a wolf, much bigger in size than the other figurines, being right in the center of them, with his back at the young fox.

However, at the moment Mayar was only a few centimeters from touching the fogy back of the wolf, with the top of her fingers, he turned to her and stared into her eyes, deeply entering the depths of her soul.

This made the girl shudder and close her eyes for a few moments, also hearing his voice: „you’re so quickly heading toward the abyss of the world, Ahi’s child, and this wasn’t the Fate predestined to you. Turn back till it’s not too late!” And the wolf vanished so suddenly, and when Mayar opened her eyes, she couldn’t see him anymore, even if she wanted this.

That's why she looked all over to see him, but she couldn't, and that desire of seeing the wolf again was due to what he told her, words that still resounded in her ears.

Yet, she had to hide that amazement when she saw that Parca was coming back to her senses, for… after creating those images, she looked as if being in trance.

„Did you also see it?” Parca asked, staring in front and a great sadness was reflected in her glance.

„I saw,” murmured Mayar. „But… I didn’t understand what those images mean: a past or a future.”

„A past! But whose… I don’t know. Yet, I feel that I know it.”

„Is it known to you? In which way?” And Mayar took a step toward Parca.

The Titanide said nothing else instead and at the moment Mayar stepped toward her, she got off the ground and moved further, at a slow, but sure step toward the center of that forest: looking for something, but not knowing what exactly.

Mayar stopped in place, seeing Parca moving away. Then, rotating on her heels, she stared for a long while behind Parca while forming a ball of fire in her hand, one of those Ahi used to form.

But there was one more secret there: how Mayar could learn that trick. And her eyes, which seemed lacking life, will, and dignity, savagely blinked, so suddenly, washed by the light of that ball of flames, and a cunning smile was sketched again on the fox’s face.

***

„Irkā, no!” A young lady’s shout has been heard around, resounding throughout the Barefaced’s Forest. Then, the silhouette of that young lady, extremely beautiful actually, who had blue eyes and long, blond hair, has been seen running toward Parca, and this seemed to drive her crazy, who was covering her ears with both palms and seemed to rush somewhere.

But Parca’s rush had no final destination as if she wasn’t able to control her mind anymore. Thus, left unchecked, her mind was the one leading Parca’s footsteps toward nowhere.

Suddenly, Parca squatted, still pressing her ears with her palms, and she shouted as louder as she could: „Stop! I said that’s enough! I don’t want to hear this anymore!” And another nonsense shouting came out of her throat later.

And those nonsense shouting made Mayar attentive, who has been left behind eventually. But Mayar didn’t rush to head toward there. She just looked at the fireball from her hand and she saw fragments of what was happening to Parca at that moment. Then, Mayar murmured: „madness created from a stupid idea and a dead world that showed up to mask the past. Yet: what is Parca hiding? It seems to me that this forest wasn't created only to bring the Rophions here and destroy them while they are going home, but rather to be someone’s trap. Whose in fact?”

She winced again, hearing other screams and wolf howls all around. But Mayar was sure of one thing: that no wolf was living in that forest, except for the Rophions, of course. Yet, she heard that deafening howl all around, something that entered deep into her bones. Even so, she felt no fear. Only a certain discomfort, for that howl and the snarl that followed it, a snarl that was the hint for the wolves that they found the prey and be ready to attack it, was scratching her ears.

Suddenly, Mayar squeezed that fireball with both hands, making it explode as if she squeezed a water balloon, that cracked, splashing with splints of fire all around thus, and all this happened because Mayar felt that she was going crazy, still hearing those howls approaching her.

Then the silence took control over the surroundings. And it was so quiet all around that Mayar felt that something was wrong and she looked amazed around. But she realized thus that time stopped and everything froze: the air, the wind that was lazily moving through the leaves, and that movement of the wind made the branches, blown by them, get a strange form in the trees.

And… suddenly, the weirdness started to be felt: Mayar stopped and, looking around, felt how everything started to spin with her as if she was in one of her trances or she drank something that made her feel dizzy or see things.

But this has been at the moment Mayar decided that it was time to act. Thus, closing her eyes while the image of the forest kept spinning around her, the young lady managed to enter her inner world. There instead was dark all around: a complete abyss, even if the vibrations of her energy were still so pleasantly undulating on her skin.

„Tīrppu?! Are you here?” The girl’s voice has been heard. But even after seconds of waiting, the silence was the only one heard around. „I know you are here!” Mayar continued. „Come on! Don’t hide! I know that you want to tell me something! That’s why you brought me back to my senses and that’s why you gave me pieces of advice to this moment!” But again only the silence’s breathing was heard around.

And Mayar decided that it was time to make some light there. And, so soon, a candle of tallow appeared in her hand, whose flame was illuminating that world in the colors of the eye of her mind.

But the asleep one at that moment was Mayar’s inner eye. And it was floating right in the middle of that void from inside the girl, with its eyelid closed. Also, it was a little bit inclined in front as if it felt guilty in front of the girl and decided to bow.

And, for the first time in her life, Mayar felt sorrow: for herself and for that eye, for… no matter how hard she tried to hide from herself all that time she couldn’t because it was a law of life… having human blood flowing in her veins made her also human, even if half only.

But namely that feeling made Mayar take a few steps in front till she got only one step from the eye, and stretched her hand in front. Yet, the eye’s coldness made her shudder, for she never felt such a coldness before.

„What to be?” Mayar wondered. „Why is it so cold when its light was so hot before? Is it possible that it stopped existing and, its light and warmth vanished somewhere? Yet, why is it silent? Why?”

Yet, she hadn't time to finish her thought, for another deafening shout, of the same young lady that called the name of Irkā before, was heard again, and this forced Mayar to turn back to the real world, and this meant that Mayar wasn’t able to completely control herself in that forest.

However, turned back to the real world, she saw that that numbness was still felt around. But the howl of the wolves became harsher and more annoying, and this meant that two or more souls were about to fight.

„Is it because the Barefaced accomplished his purpose and the ghouls attacked?” Mayar wondered. But no matter how hard she didn’t try to see in the distance and understand what was going on, she couldn’t.

Thus, she has been forced to get off the ground and rush toward there: toward the place where the snarls were heard from and where seemed to be the heart of the action.

And when she arrived at the place where Parca stopped and shouted as if she went completely crazy, not that the Titanide wasn’t already crazy because of everything she did, Mayar froze, for she saw two Parca in that place, staying face to face, while all around them wolves were seen: half of them were white like the pure snow while the second half - black like the coal, and each of them was showing his fangs to the enemies.

Also, Mayar saw that the white wolves were behind the Parca dressed white, forming a kind of semi-circle while the black ones were forming the same semi-circle, but behind the Parca dressed black and red, and who was with her back to Mayar. Even so, even if Mayar couldn't see her face, she knew that the second one was also a Parca.

But the two Parca didn’t look like the one known by Mayar, but totally different, even if they had both the same face. Yet, two details made them different, except their vestment: their eyes and hair. While the blond one had blue eyes, the brunette had green eyes, like the tall, soft grass, and… one of the strands of her hair was painted reddish.

And there was something else weird there: the Parca, that one known by Mayar, was squatting next to the trunk of a tree, covering her ears with both palms and pressing them so hard that even her eyelids seemed to squeeze the eyes.

„What’s going on?” Mayar wondered and tried to take a step in front. She stopped, however, feeling something weird pressing on her chest as if being a presentiment. Then, as if she understood that it was her survival instinct that demanded her to look for shelter, Mayar hid behind the trunk of a tree.

And she did well, for the one called Irkā suddenly turned her head and looked back. But she saw nothing strange: only her wolves and the frozen nature. Then, Irkā looked again with hatred at the Parca that was in front of her, the one who kept staring with reproach and the same time with love at her.

„You’re always doing what you want, Patavi,” Irkā said and slowly snarled as if being one of her wolves. „You don’t allow me to breath not even here.”

„It’s because I love you,” the one named Patavi said. „You’re my soulmate and I can’t just stay and watch how you completely destroy our world.”

„Do I destroy it?” Irkā said, both ironically and amazed. „Who told you this? Vāḻkkai? If so, then you’re even more stupid and blind than I thought, sister,” the young lady said, hissing the last part of the sentence through the teeth.

„The only blind person here is you, Irkā, and what completely blinded you is your love for Maranam. I don’t understand how can’t you see that he only uses you. He needs your power to kneel Vāḻkkai. That’s all. As soon as he makes this, he’ll get rid of you, just as he did with his son, Ōnāy.”

„That’s because Ōnāy turned his back on his father and joined his mother. It’ll be different with me.”

„Different? How? Do you think that you’ll stay by his side while he’ll be on the throne? If so, you’re wrong, for Maranam won’t share that throne with anybody, ever. You are only a useful instrument for him, a fighting dog, nothing more.”

„That’s enough!” Irkā madly shouted and shoot fire at her sister. „If you have no idea what power and freedom mean, then don’t talk about this, Patavi (designation), and I hope that’s the last time you bother me with such stupid ideas. And… keep this in mind: who’s not with me is against me. That’s why… survive if you can. If not… I’ll take care to kill you with my own hand,” and, snapping her fingers, Irkā surrounded herself with a kind of black, foggy hurricane, which later surrounded her wolves too, taking them with her.

Behind her, nature regerminated, even if Patavi was still in the same place. Her eyes instead were sad and, soon, bitter tears swelled on her cheeks, tears of sadness, for she understood very well that her sister was heading straight toward perdition, but she could do nothing to impede her to do this.

Very soon after this, the wind started to slowly blow around and Mayar saw that Patavi’s white vestment started to turn from white to a bright golden, but not completely - only a ribbon, diagonally, from her left shoulder to the right part of the skirts of her robe, and when that ribbon completely outlined, Patavi also vanished.

This brought the real Parca back to her senses, and she let a painful sigh come out of her chest, something similar to a muffled shout when someone felt the pain for a long time, but it is finally gone.

And… when she finally felt that was silence all around her again, that the pain and the noise in her head also vanished, Parca looked frightened around, trying to see if there was any witness of her madness there, and when she thought that she was alone, she also vanished.

Only then did Mayar come out of her hide-out and looked around. „Another world!” Her lips murmured and her eyes reflected the entire amazement felt in her soul. „But where? Where did all this happen? Was it in that world called Aeon or… in another world?”

Yet, there was nobody to answer her, not even the eye of her mind that was asleep, or the nature around. So, she decided to wait: what exactly, she also didn’t know. But she was sure of something - that her game could be a damn dangerous one.

***

The one called the Forest of the Barefaced appeared thanks to Parca, for, after she has saved Laṟṟa, he asked for a world only for him. That’s why the Titanide decided that it was time to humor - herself, not him, for she also dreamt about such a place before, something she longed for a long time. But where she knew such a forest from or why did she miss it, she had no idea.

Yet, she less cared about this because what was important for her was to manage her own plans, and what was in her head had to be turned into a material form too.

That’s why, after she left Laṟṟa at the entrance in the Grotto Celvam, the one also known as the Grotto of Richness or the Paradise of the Barefaceds, Parca vanished, in the form of the magic bird, and this amazed Laṟṟa a lot, for he thought that Parca was only a black bird. Yet, he was wrong, for Parca had a lot of faces. That’s why everybody always saw her differently.

Then, flying toward the sky, her eyes looked everywhere for that place named by her heart „home.” Yet, she needed a lot of time to find it, for… she also didn’t know why, but Life and the whole world actually seemed to be against her and craving for her not to find that place she was so feverishly looking for.

But it is written in the soul of every alive being to find their nest. That's why Parca also found eventually: a perfectly rounded place, surrounded by swamps, but large enough to build a real kingdom there.

Yet… Parca didn’t want a luxuriant kingdom, but one built from green leaves and longing, a kingdom her heart longed for so long. That’s why she created a dreamy forest there.

Her name instead she didn’t want to use it for naming that place, for it meant revealing herself in front of the Titans and telling them her plans, for, even if Parca was brought into the world to deceive Fate, her mind wished to deceive others instead. That’s why, while walking through that forest, admiring the result of her work, the Barefaced’s name rushed into her mind. Yet, „Laṟṟa’s Forest” wasn’t something Parca liked. For her „the Barefaced’s Forest” resounded more natural. That’s why she decided eventually to name it so.

But… when she finished creating that place, Parca decided to hide her traces somehow. That’s why she made a magical liquor with water taken from the swamps that were surrounding that forest. Then, she put a drop in the drink of every single creature, making them believe her words, that „the Barefaced’s Forest existed and since long ago. Who created it or how it appeared in this world nobody knows. Yet… it exists and it's a law of life,” thus.

And Parca made it, only due to the fact that Gaea wasn’t on Earth at that moment, for, at that time, she used her Black Magic against Mannar for the first time and she has been sentenced by Yggdrasil to 10 years of wandering through the Desert of Oblivion, and when she turned back to Earth, she got a glimpse of that forest, that didn’t appear in the world thanks to her. This amazed her, of course, but no matter how many people she didn’t ask about who created it, she couldn’t find out.

Eventually, wandering that forest high and low, Gaea found it incredibly beautiful and decided to keep it, for… you see: everything that’s splendid and it's pleasing the sight must exist. What Gaea didn’t see in fact was the rottenness from the depths of that forest. But… it was too beautiful to be seen that that rounded and tasty apple was rotten in fact.

Yet, Gaea made what Parca couldn’t: she hid the fear and the disaster from people’s glance, for those swamps, that were surrounding the forest, kept humans away from that forest. That’s why Mother Earth dried two swamps, making a free path to enter and exit the forest, and the side swamps have been transformed into something dreamy.

Yet, that magic was only a mask, just as Tenebre did with the Fireflies Waterfall. However, the important thing there was that only Gaea knew about this, not the people too, and she thought that her „innocent” lie will keep those who’ll cross the forest away from evil.

She has been wrong in fact, for… beyond appearances, there’s always evil lurking from the corner at the Good.

That's why Parca did the same: using the Barefaced as her trustworthy ally, she demanded him not to lose anything from sight and send her messages, if something happens, writing everything on a green leaf and throwing it later to float on one of those lakes from next the forest, that were serving her as a kind of magic „mail” in those times.

And right away the leaf with the message was thrown by the Barefaced on the water, it was floating on the lake’s surface to the middle of it, where it was right away „swallowed,” as if it never existed or as if the center of that lake was a kind of jar, with a very narrow neck, inside of which a spirit similar to vertigo existed.

As a reward for his hard work, Parca not only named the Forest with the Barefaced’s name, but also the field that was seen at the entrance, and this was a true joy for Laṟṟa.

At least it was at first. In time instead, he started to feel a bid desert in his chest. Yet, why he felt so, he had no idea, but he knew that his chest hurt him as if he had been stabbed once, and that wound, that healed, still kept the pain inside it as if that unseen scar was a kind of magic bottle inside of which the havoc reigned.

***

MANY CENTURIES AGO

„What is she planning now?” Laṟṟa wondered, staring behind the magic bird that was flying away from that place. „Probably nothing good,” he said and grinned. After that, taking a dagger, with a curved blade, which he all the time wore at his girdle, Laṟṟa entered deeper and deeper into that grotto, which also served as a Gate in the Kingdom of the Barefaceds.

Yet, feeling a sharp odor getting to his nostrils, as soon as he walked about 200 meters, he marveled a lot, for he never felt such a smell before.

„Did a beast die inside and nobody found it yet, and… while goes bad, it spoils the air too? No, it’s impossible, for this place is a ventilated one, with a lot of air vents, which I projected myself. Yet… it really stinks here! What the Hell happened here?” Laṟṟa wondered, cocking his nose, to cover it later because he really felt that he couldn’t breathe.

Suddenly, he froze, realizing that on the walls of that tunnel no lit torch was seen. Yet: he saw everything very well as if being daylight and not darkness all around, a thing he couldn’t do before.

„This is pure madness!” The Barefaced told himself, marveling.

Then he hit on the idea of calling the others and making them rush to see him, and when they see him alive and safe, they’ll be amazed for sure and will shake like hell, for not for nothing they let him dormant first when they decided to attack him, for Laṟṟa wasn’t only a sturdy Barefaced, but he also had a keen mind, and if someone had fought with him while he was still conscious, he would have been a dead man for sure, for… you see, Laṟṟa hated to leave someone alive.

And this was a personal feature, something he couldn’t change, and sometimes he even thought that he was born like this, having that blood thirst in his veins. Yet, why he felt that thirst, he didn’t know, and… to be honest… he wasn’t even eager to find out. The important thing there was that this made him stronger and invincible in front of the enemy.

Yet: he had been deceived by others through a ruse, and, settling him off, they tried to kill him. But he had to live, it seems so, that’s why he survived. „Or maybe it was Fate’s trick?!” The Barefaced told himself while advancing and he even became sure that it was Parca who helped him and that’s why he was grateful to her.

Then he once again stop and froze when the path on which he was advancing ended and his eyes saw only darkness all around, even if he saw everything well to that moment. But… he didn’t leave his tail down, for he was used to the darkness. That’s why he stretched his hands in front and, groping around, he could touch only big rocks, put one on top of the other.

This enraged him a lot, and that uncontrolled anger came after a few moments of unpleasant surprise: „they blocked the path! How the hell could they block this path? It was the most beautiful path of all projected by me! This is a personal offense! They thought I’m dead and they decided to erase my creation from the earth’s surface. Well… I’ll show them what means to mess with Laṟṟa!”

Then, he took a few steps back, full of anger. After that, he took a run-up and ran toward that wall of rocks that were blocking his way. But the impact threw him away and he felt that hit so well that he doubled up with pain and he even gnashed his teeth.

But he felt the pain harsher in the chest as if he had an open wound there. Yet, when he unbuttoned his shirt and touched his chest with the wide open palm, he felt nothing, not even a trace of liquid or that the skin was wet, and this meant he wasn’t hurt. Even so, it hurt like hell as if it was an open wound there, something that made him cock his nose.

However, that pain made him remember the injustice his friends did to him and he decided to try once again to pass through that wall of rocks. But when he moved back to gain momentum, he felt a painful hit on the back of his neck, something that left him unconscious right away, and the darkness took again the place of light, which appeared in front of his eyes a few seconds before closing them.

Or... maybe he closed them forever, huh?!

***

PRESENT TIME

A lot of boats, which appeared on that lake thanks to Gaea, were slowly floating on the water's surface while the paddlers were slowly touching the water to push that boat in front and that touch of the wooden paddlers with the water made a pleasant noise around.

Yet, even if they decided not to wait till dawn to move away from that place and they took the way of water and not of the forest, Dike was agitated. Why exactly: he also didn’t know.

„Give them to me, father!” Fenrir told Dike, approaching him, and took those paddlers from his hands, to cart the boat in which he was with Dike, Sephir, and Samaya.

Dike didn’t oppose his son’s idea to oar, and after he left Fenrir to the boat's center, slowly moving the paddlers, the Titan looked around, at all that army of wooden boats, each of them not much larger than for carrying 4 people, at whose helm was a skillful boatman, and, in front of each boat, a small lantern in the form of a star was illuminating the surroundings.

„I feel you nervous, father and I don’t know why!” Samaya said, approaching him and looking at him in concern.

„I also realized this, sweetheart, but I can’t understand why so, for… I’d passed by here before, but these places looked different then. Now instead… there is something really strange here.”

„Weird? In which way? And… when did you pass by here before?” Samaya asked him in amazement.

„Weird is everything I see around. And Gaea feels the same thing. I see this in her eyes while analyzing the surroundings, for she also considers that this place isn’t something created by her. Regarding when I passed by here before: when Upprisin died.”

Samaya looked thunderstruck at her father and Fenrir did the same. The only one who didn’t marvel upon hearing this has been Sephir, who kept staring at the water's surface as if looking for something.

„Upprisin’s death? But how is this possible, papa? I’m sure that when the Devilish Virgins passed in front of the Grotto of Siar People, I saw Upprisin’s death and so clearly actually, that it happened in Kiago Forest and not here.”

Dike looked at his daughter: with sad eyes, with an empty soul, which he felt that something was pressing it. „No, Samaya! Upprisin died here! In the Barefaced’s Forest!”

„But… how is this possible? That Forest is so far from Upprisin’s home, the Rophion Forest. How she got here?”

„The one which brought her here had been Lifid Ibloma, for, at that time, the dagger and Upprisin were a single spirit, a single power. But… as we understood later, it was Fate’s call that summoned her here and Evil had been about to get the power of your dagger too, for… coming to this forest, Upprisin and her followers, 12 in number, have been attacked by the army of Yātrīkars and even if Upprisin was a good fighter, she didn’t manage to face their devilish power.”

„Why? The dagger is…”

„Lifid Ibloma is powerless in this forest, Samaya. That’s why I decided that’s better to cross the lake and not the forest, where you are unprotected.”

„Unprotected? That’s impossible! With you all by my side! Together we would have been able to…”

„Listen to our father’s words, Samaya!” Fenrir told her, and Samaya felt, for the first time, discretion in his voice. And this amazed her a lot because, generally, Fenrir would have teased her. At that moment instead, he looked wise, something she never noticed in him.

But something that amazed her even more has been to see Sephir so focused while watching the water as if the water’s surface has charmed her. „What’s wrong with her?” Samaya asked, looking at her father.

Dike only shrugged: he didn’t know and not because he didn’t know Sephir enough, but because he had no idea what was wrong with that place where they were. That’s why he was nervous and decided to tell Samaya about Upprisin’s death. Yet, he decided not to tell his daughter about the last words spoken by Upprisin when she released the dagger, which has been taken by a girl similar to Samaya: „take care of this dagger, child! Never let it at Fate’s will and never allow it to deceive you,” a moment seen by Samaya, then, in the forest, when she had that vision and when she saw Upprisin’s lips moving, but she couldn’t read the truth on them.

„Samaya, watch out!” Bestla shouted and this made Samaya wince and look at her.

And she marveled a lot seeing Bestla making her desperate signs while being in another boat along with Boor, Arion, and Island, a few dozen boats behind them.

Yet, Samaya looked back when she understood what Bestla intended to tell her and she saw Sephir leaning across the side of the boat, with her face so close to the water. But, even if Samaya rushed to grab Sephir by the arm, she didn’t get in time and, eventually, they both fell into the water.

But neither Dike nor Fenrir jumped after them and this was because they looked like alive statues at that moment, and only Fenrir’s hands still oared, but his glance looked emptied as if his mind didn't think at anything in particular.

The same happened to Dike, who was staring toward the forest but seeing nothing in fact.

But he was looking at the Barefaced at that moment, who was staying at the edge of the forest, not losing sight of the Titan and the others, as if he managed to charm them all.

Yet, it was only an appearance, for… what chained those from the boats from those waters was Parca and Mayar’s power, who was controlling that fireball again while her lips were sketching a cunning smile: that was her victory over Samaya after 13 long years of waiting.

And… she thought that she won in everything, but she hadn’t power over all of them, for… at the moment when she intended to laugh with all her heart and declare herself the only one with that face, something unique in that world, Arion and Nathaniel jumped into that water, being the only ones who that fireball didn’t subdue.

This made Mayar roar like a mad person and throw that fireball over the water, and the lake’s surface right away started to burn as if grasped with pitch or petrol when that ball touched it.