It wasn't an intellectual thing. It was all feeling. And as the feeling left him, he lost the magic. He couldn't find it anymoreโit wasn't a matter of trying. Like grasping at water running between his fingers.
He was relieved when one last notification popped up as his dream faded out.
๐๐๐๐ ๐ฃ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐!
๐๐๐๐ ๐ฃ ๐๐๐จ ๐ ๐ โ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ ๐ฝ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ (๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐)
***
Zane woke up breathless. He felt exhausted. He didn't even want to think about trying for another Law. He'd done too much. This wasn't the kind of thing you walked off. He could tell it'd be days, maybe a week before he'd give Laws another go.
Lesson learned. Two Major Laws in one go was too much. For the first time he'd brushed up against the limit of his soul.
But he was still satisfied. Two Major Laws was still a lot.
What could he do with them?
***
He found a garden courtyard to practice.
So. Major Law of Pure Forging. His only steel Skill was Spirit Steel Body. They should go well together, right?
He tested it out. He sank Laws of Pure Forging into his skin, his muscles, his bones. He started weaving them in, just as he'd woven Unyielding Might. He followed the template of Spirit Steel Body.
Could he even do this? He thought back to Spirit Steel Body's descriptionโ
๐พ๐๐ง๐๐ค ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ช ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ช ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐๐ฅ๐ช ๐ ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐. ๐ผ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ช ๐ฃ๐๐ค๐๐ค๐ฅ๐๐๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ค๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐ค ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐.
Pure Forging went beyond "durability and density," right? So it went beyond the scope of the Skill.
But as he weaved, the Law went in just fine. The more he wove it, the more his body subtly changed, sharpening, smoothing, growing more robustโฆ
Thenโ
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐๐!
๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐น๐ ๐๐ช [๐ผ๐ก๐๐] -> ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ [๐ผ๐ก๐๐]
๐พ๐๐ง๐๐ค ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ช ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐๐ฅ๐ช, ๐๐ฆ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ช, ๐ก๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ค๐๐ ๐, ๐๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ช, ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐๐ ๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ฆ๐ฃ๐๐ฅ๐ช ๐ ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ฃ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐. ๐ผ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐ช ๐๐ฆ๐ฃ๐๐๐๐, ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐๐ฃ๐๐ฆ๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐. ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐ค ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐. โ๐ฃ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ฅ๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ค๐๐ฃ'๐ค ๐จ๐๐๐.
He blinked.
...well, shit.
No one told him he could make new Skills.
He read it over again. Adjustโฆ? He felt those Steel Laws like lights woven through his body. Lights he could turn bright or dim at will.
The brighter he turned it, the more his skin took on a subtle gleam, pure and blemish-less. It was the Law of Steely Refinement showing through.
His features sharpened too. Precise casting defined him, made him sharpโit brought out his jaw and his cheekbones, muscles, the separation on his arms, down his legs. He found a mirror in the palace and took a moment to inspect himself. Everything just seemed... cleaner. The lines on his body flowed smoothly, symmetrically, like a statue carved of marble.
He found he could superheat his body too, like a metal. He can make his grip incredibly hot. Any part of his body, reallyโhis thermal regulation was off the charts. It was the Minor Law of Heat Mastery at work.
He could also make his skin texture harder or softer at will. When he dimmed his Steel Laws fully he seemed almost like any other human. You could only tell the difference if you inspected him very closely. Or cut into himโthen it'd feel like cutting into kevlar.
He wondered how much more durable he was now. Nothing in that Gorge had really tested him. And while it was fun releasing all that pent-up annoyance on those birds... he did miss having a real challenge. Something to push him to the edge of a fight, something that really roused him.
Next up was Abyssal Crater. When he saw it on the beacon map, it presented as a C-ranked dungeon. But when he zoomed in on it, a little plus popped up next to it. C+โฆ He wondered what it meant. Stronger, he hoped.
He'd soon find out.
***
Next up was his new Major Fire Law, Ethereal Flame. And since it was mostly the stuff of the soul, there wasn't much he could apply it to. He thought about layering Spirit's Incandescence on something like Rising Sun Slash, but it proved much harder than adding Forging to Spirit Steel Body.
Forging and Spirit Steel Body just felt like they should go together. But Rising Sun Slash was a physical thing, and adding a soul partโฆ was too much of a leap.
What he could do was buff Rebirth in Flame.
He made a little pale fire dance on his fingertips. Then he poured in the rest of the Laws of Ethereal Flame. They came easily.
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐๐!
โ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ [๐ผ๐ก๐๐] -> ๐ฝ๐๐๐ฃ๐ช โ๐๐๐๐จ๐๐ [๐ผ๐ก๐๐]
He made a cut down his hand and tried it out. It was a little better than Rebirth in Flame, healing-wise. But now it could burn through poisons too, poisons of all sortsโeven lingering foreign essence that might stop a wound from healing. It could cleanse a wound as well as heal it.
It didn't seem exclusive to him either. He saw no reason he couldn't use it on someone else. Could come in handy.
***
That done, he returned to the palace and found a note Reina had left for him. She invited him out to a mid-afternoon picnic. There was a map attached of a city he didn't recognize. It had directions.
Zane scratched his head. Then he went outside and saw the city on the map.
Reina had worked some kind of miracle.
When he left Portland, it was a war-torn wasteland. Black was the color of this city. The burnt-out buildings, the blackened barricades, the ashen streets.
Now he felt like he'd walked onto the set of The Lord of the Rings or something. Dark and light greens were everywhere. Green was woven into the wood housing, under the rooftop gardens, all along the pebbled roads. Vibrant purple flowers peeked out of wide swaths of well-trimmed grass, swaying softly in the wind.
Reina had told him some of her plans when they were sleepy, in bed together. She wanted to give Portland some of its old life back. He strolled down a pebbled path, past rows of quaint wood houses, smoke puffing up from the chimneys. He started walking down a riverfront.
A wide, strong flow of clear blue water ran straight through the middle of the city. He came across a lovely, historic-feeling wood bridge spanning its breadth. On the other side was a lumber town hall and a little nature reserve flitting with birds. There were dirt sparring arenas and a little cluster of dojos, vines woven through their roofs.
He saw some folk standing on the bridge, staring vacantly up the river in a daze. Some still looked haunted, like they couldn't believe where they were.
There were still huge chunks of the city undone. He saw them mostly across the riverโthe edges of this little green haven fading to black wasteland. But stillโฆ he shook his head. Nuts.
As they walked, he saw a little woodland treasure area called Tranquility Park teeming with essenceโmotes of soft glowing light drifted about between groves of massive dark green trees. People lay there resting. Some red tomes. He saw some of the resistance fighters he'd met sitting there on benches, watching the gurgling of an essence fountain.
Past that were the food stations, modeled to look like those quirky old cafes Zane imagined once peppered the city.
That was Reina for you. She got all the little details right. It still baffled him that she seemed to like him. He scratched his head. He was pretty much a Neanderthal next to her.
On his way back from his little stroll, an old man in a tattered vest came up to him, a shy little blonde boy at his side. The boy introduced himself as Jacob. He gave Zane a flower unlike any he'd seen in the city. It was duller and smaller, a little white-petal thing, kind of wiltedโthe boy said it was the only flower he'd found back when the city was still a war-torn waste. It was the boy's lucky charm. The thing he held onto as he cringed under the barricades, waiting for the Spell-fire to stop.
"Thank you Mister Sage," mumbled the boy. And he gave it to Zane. "This's for you."
Zane felt a soft warmth in his chest. He ended up putting it in his Bag of Holding, right next to all his other treasures.
It also gave him an idea.
***
Hours later, he arrived at the little grove where he and Reina would have their picnic.
The first thing she pointed out was that he looked different. He explained the changes to his steel body, and she studied him for a bit.
Then she said, "You said you could adjust it?"
"Yeah."
"Could you lower it a little?"
"Sure."
He did, and the sharp edges softened some. His skin did too. He asked her why.
"Maybe it makes you a little more handsome. But you were already handsome," she murmured. They sat beside one another, leaned against a thick tree trunk. She put her head on his chest, her favorite resting spot. "I like you like this," she said, closing her eyes, sighing happily. "I can cuddle you easier."
Slowly, he stroked her hair, and they just lay there for a while.
They ate the sandwiches she'd made and murmured softly to each other. And by the end of it, just when they were about to pack up, he nervously reached into his bag of holding. Zane was not someone who got nervous. Reina just did strange things to him. His heart was going weirdly fast.
He brought out a crown made of bright, spotless steel. It gleamed gently in the soft afternoon light.
"What's this?" said Reina, blinking. She must've inspected it. "It's... not a treasure?"
"It was a treasure," said Zane, scratching his head sheepishly. "I melted it down. And... made this. For you."
He melted it down by hand, and molded it by hand, and tried engraving little flowers onto the thing. He wasn't sure they looked much like flowers.
She just stared quietly. He felt he should say something. "You know, 'Reina.' It means queen... right? Soโฆ"
It had taken him almost five hours, an embarrassingly long time for such a little thing, and a lot of tries. Way too many tries. He kept breaking them or twisting them. His hands felt way too big with these clumsy sausage fingers. He felt kind of stupid hunched over the tiny thing, trying to coax the steel into something pretty. He was so much more used to breaking things than making them.
He thought for a while about what to give her. But all his treasures were pretty much useless to her. In the end, he realized nothing he gave could possibly show his appreciation. All he had to give was his time, his body, and... a stupid little crown.
At least he tailored it. She loved resting her head on his chest, and he loved stroking her hair. So he had a good idea of her shape.
She was so quiet, still staring. "Zane..." she whispered.
"I put two major Laws into it," he said. "Unyielding Might and Pure Forging, so it should never break or rust."
He tried to make it sound unique. But the more he looked at it, the more amateurish and ridiculous it seemed. He wasn't a craftsman. This was stupid. He wasn't sure why he even botheredโ
She threw herself at him and kissed him, bowling him over. Then she was on top of him. She kept kissing him.
He wasn't the best judge of these things, but he got the sense she was pretty happy with it.
***
Before he set off the next day, he got a message.
๐๐ฆ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ! ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐บ ๐๐ญ๐ช๐ข๐ด. ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฑ! ๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด. ๐๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต, ๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ธ๐ข๐จ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถโ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ธ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐-๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต. ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฑ. ๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฑ ๐ฃ๐บ, ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ? ๐'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐๐ด ๐ช๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด, ๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ช๐ต. ๐๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ด๐ค๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ, ๐ช๐ต'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ.
๐๐ญ๐ด๐ฐ! ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ด ๐ถ๐ฑ!
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฃ ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฎ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ-๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ค๐ข. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ท๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐บ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฆ๐ท๐ข๐ฅ๐ข ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ท๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ป๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฏ๐ข๐ด๐ต๐บ ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ, ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ #11, ๐๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด.... ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต 20, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด. ๐๐ต'๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ข ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฅ๐ช๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ต๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ.
๐ ๐ด๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐น๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐ด ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ธ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ข. ๐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ. ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฆ ๐ก๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ.
๐๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ! ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ'๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ด๐ถ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ต๐บ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ! ๐'๐ฎ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต. ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต, ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ.
๐๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ค๐ถ๐ด ๐ช๐ด๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ๐ธ๐ข๐บ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ป๐บ ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฆ๐น๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ฏ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐ดโฆ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ. ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
๐๐จ๐ข๐ช๐ฏ. ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐บ. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐'๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ! ๐๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ '๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฃ ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด' ๐๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ค๐ณ๐ข๐ธ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ, ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ!