The enchanting figure stood behind the chess table, her fire-like eyes wandering over the people, as if watching them, yet seemingly gazing into the distance... You could never be sure whether you were in her sight.
Bologue clutched the dice in his hand tightly; before him was a towering, intertwining meat grinder. It wouldn't just grind flesh to bits, even steel thrown into it would likely be shredded into iron scraps in an instant.
The Dawn gradually lost its power, and the howling storm followed in its wake, lifting a deluge of sand and stones like countless showers of arrows, clattering against the carriage, twisting the vehicle's sturdy steel into a grotesque mass.
The sound of collapse came instantly. In the moment of Bologue's hesitation, a carriage had already been crushed, with some parts sucked into the storm while others sank into the water along with the tracks.
