"Damn it!"
"First shot!"
When the slender red line shot out from the pale yellow rock's shadow and hit one of the big crows in the flock, two voices rang out almost simultaneously from the second-floor loft near the battlefield.
The cramped room was filled with five 'human-shaped crows', some sitting by the coffee table in the center, some leaning against the wooden wall by the door, and some half-lying on the narrow wooden bed.
The speakers were two crows with masks marked with numbers nine and thirteen. They stood by the window. Crow number nine held a small brass telescope, his voice tinged with frustration. Crow number thirteen held a record board in one hand and a feather pen in the other, sketching calmly.
They were commenting on the same event.
The former cursed that one of the Sandbox Mini World's nodes was discovered by three young wizards.
