The richly furnished room in the mansion looked unusual after the dirty shack in the mines. The bodies of former owners and servants, as well as allies who fell under the hot hand, remained on the ground floor. On the street the crackling of black flames was heard, consuming the city, but it could not drown out the desperate cries of the townswoman, who was not lucky enough to survive and become a toy for the invaders that night. The sounds of battle had already died down - the city was taken almost without resistance. Now Katraan belonged to them. At least until the imperial army comes here and wipes out a handful of rebels from the face of the earth. But all this will happen later - death will not run away anywhere. And now I wanted only one thing - to sleep.