... Frijn thought of the brothers. First about the eldest, and then about the middle: who was protected from the wrath of Hyovfin by eternal darkness under the mountains of drow. Darkened. War is inevitable. Another bloody show for the amusement of the gods, which must have disrupted their storm of applause. No matter how hard Esphorus tries, no matter what he tries to do, he cannot be prevented. Not anymore. But... - Bored? - a melodious voice wove into the overflow of bird singing. The elf blinked, returning to reality, and looked at the girl standing next to the stone...