(Part of the story can be read in the chapter "I wanted to wound him")
The Unclean washed up on the shore. He was sobbing heavily and trembling, standing on all fours. Alive. Akhshaina did not kill him. Reflect should write books, if he lives to see a new civilization. He has seen so many crap and experienced it.
A disk appeared above the black surface. Light burst out of it, as if the forgotten sun had returned. The light illuminated the water and it seemed to me that I see some huge silhouette. The huge disc above the water looked like a web of flesh. In the middle, something crucified throbbed painfully and ominously.
A few moments and the light set fire to the flesh on the web. The edge turned golden-red. There was either an agonizing, or a languid moan.
Reflect turned to the disc and stared at it without looking off.
I went to.
- Do you know what this is?
Reflect nodded.
- Merging.
I didn't want to look at it.
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