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Chapter 7: Kai

–Just leave us alone already... – said Cirael to Ktul

Ktul, despite his serious appearance, scratched the back of his head and, taking out a crumpled piece of paper from under his robe, looked at the paper.

–Honestly... yes, in the hindsight, I could just leave you, but here, according to the Necronomicon's script, I have to say something like "I am looking for strong opponents, so stand up and fight"... but, to be fair, you are a little unable to fight right now, therefore, such a phrase would be... far from the truth.

He spread his arms and put the script back under his clothes. The two Clains looked at each other uncertainly. Is that unending disaster over? Just as the black energy around Oliver dried up, the sword on the ground dissipated, and the wings of black flames completely disappeared. Indeed, Oliver and Cirael were "slightly" unable to fight.

–That's some serious trouble... an epic battle should happen here right now, but the main characters are not capable of this... – Ktul began to walk back and forth, scratching his chin. – On the other hand, if they die, it will only mark the end of the iteration, so nothing bad will come of it... however, it will not be the epic battle they planned...

The Clains could only listen to him without any understanding of these words. What scenario, who planned this, why should there be a battle here?... but before they had time to ask this question, a man appeared between the man dressed in green and the spouses, in whom Oliver and Cirael recognized the archmage Arai. He said:

–If that's what you... no, if that's what they want, then why shouldn't there be this battle? I will be your opponent.

Kai, whose name is already known to readers, smiled slightly and extended his hand to Ktul, as if inviting him to the "dance". In addition, he yawned very deeply, apparently showing that he did not take his to-be-opponent seriously. However, the fighter in green was not offended. On the contrary, with delight on his face, he bowed to the newcomer.

–It will be an honor for me to fight with you. After all, you are...

–Yeah, yeah, I am that one Kai who has not lost even once, since the 1st iteration. Let's do it without too much pretentiousness, okay? Get up, it's not right for a duelist to bow almost to the ground, – of course, Ktul did not bow to the ground, if you don't take into account his hair, but Kai still chose this wording, after which he turned to Oliver and Cirael, who at the moment did not understand anything at all. – Well, we're off. Enjoy learning the truth, main characters, good luck not going crazy and all that.

–"We're off"? – Cthul asked again.

–Yeah. If we fight here, the Clains won't survive, and therefore...

Kai snapped his fingers and disappeared, alongside with Ktul. The Clains looked at each other. "The truth"? "Main characters"? What the hell is everyone talking about, damn it?! And just when they thought that the surprises were over, another character appeared on the stage. The number of events per meter of text exceeds any acceptable limits and it ceased to be funny.

–Ayo! You were looking for me, it seems? – said an openly childish voice from somewhere on the side.

Turning around at this sound, in a slight panic, Oliver and Cirael looked at the speaker – among the ruins, in an improvised chair made from fragments of walls, sat a teenager of about 15 years old, whose "clothing" was a "robe" created from sheets of paper fastened together. His short red hair fluttered in the wind that was not there.

–And who you might be?... – asked Oliver.

–M? Oh, well, I'm Necronomicon, of course!

Cirael cast an angry glance at the teenager.