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Chapter 18: Battle at the Capital, part 1

It is dark. It's been night outside for a long time; light enters the room only from the cracks between the door and the door frame. It is fine – Sol likes this kind of partial shade. It is in this environment that he trains with the sword, moving with it as if dancing, practicing pirouettes and dodges to perfection. There is peace and quiet all around%$@(!&%)~*!^&_@%&)!#&^!(#^(*!(*@!#&^!*&)!#^&(@& $^(@!(#!^&(!$&^(&$(!&!#)^!#^!#*$^!#^&*@#%&#^&$!#*! #^&

It is dark. It's been night outside for a long time; light enters the room only from the cracks between the door and the door frame. It is fine – Sol likes this kind of partial shade. It is in this environment that he trains with the sword, moving with it as if dancing, practicing pirouettes and dodges to perfection. There are screams of panic outside, but no other noise. Sol ignores them. You never know, what kind of fanatic is shouting about the next end of the world? Even if this time it's for real, this world has heroes*^!&#^(!&^!)^#&!#)&^#()^#^!#^!*^ &)*)&%(#&)(%#!)#&*)$^&*(%#)&*@(#^&*()^Y&(^Y&*(!^&#%! #^%*#%*@^&@*$^&!#^&@*($^&*&$^9&@($^&

It is dark. It's been night outside for a long time; light enters the room only from the cracks between the door and the door frame. It is fine – Sol likes this kind of partial shade. It is in this environment that he trains with the sword, moving with it as if dancing, practicing pirouettes and dodges to perfection. There are screams of panic outside, but no other noise. Sol ignores them. You never know, what kind of fanatic is shouting about the next end of the world? Even if this time it was for real, Sol's parents, Oliver and Cirael, would stop this threat as well, as they had done not once, not twice, but many more times. They saved the world many times after defeating Kayen, however, they promised to tell these stories sometime later. Now 11-year-old Sol is practicing the moves his father taught him.

The door to Sol's room opens. Oliver, who is clearly worried about something, tries to keep a smile. Cirael is crying in the next room. Sol, with the help of his eyes, understands perfectly well that Oliver also has a hard time holding back tears, but he has extensive experience in suppressing his emotions. Sitting down on one knee in front of his son and patting his head, Oliver says:

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Sol shook his head and looked around. He and Shubby emerge from the glacier. "Just an hallucination," he thought. Turning to his companion, he said:

–Out of the two of us, you live in the Empire. Where is the capital? We will go there the same way we got to this Temple... if you can even call it "Temple".

–To get to Northold... forget it, just follow me.

Getting into a running stance, Shubby immediately picked up the same speed at which the two of them ran from the southwest of the Empire to the Temple of Origin. Without waiting for anything, Sol went after her, not lagging behind. To the soldiers who were doing their duty in front of the huge gate to the city, it looked as if these two had appeared out of nowhere. The four guards who were unlucky enough to be on guard at that particular moment pointed their spears at Sol and Shubby, considering that Clain's face was already among the most wanted criminals in the Empire.

–Um, Sol, what's our plan? – Shubby said.

–The plan is very simple. Rip and tear until it is done.

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–Where are we even running to?! What's our plan?! – Ludwig shouted, already tired from constant running.