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Maxim didn’t believe in magic until a stray mortar round at the training grounds didn’t explode—it opened.

The lead rider, a woman with silver hair and eyes like polished emeralds, pulled up a few meters away. She didn't speak; she raised a hand, and a ball of white fire began to form in her palm. oleg bubela skachat v fb2

The air grew heavy with the scent of a brewing storm. The Dragon’s Path had chosen a new traveler, and Oleg Bubela’s world was about to learn that sometimes, a soldier's discipline is the strongest magic of all. Maxim didn’t believe in magic until a stray

"Status report," he wheezed, habit overriding shock. But there was no radio chatter, only the rhythmic beating of heavy wings above. The air grew heavy with the scent of a brewing storm

One moment he was diving into a muddy trench in the outskirts of Omsk; the next, he was face-down in violet grass that smelled like ozone and old parchment. His Kalashnikov was still clutched in his hands, but the weight felt different. The steel was shimmering with a faint, pulsing blue light.