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  Yanna stomped her foot. "To do what? To get yourself copped by digital codes! Don't you understand it's a legionnaires' party? They only see you as a criminal."

  "Given the circumstances, that's irrelevant," Attila said.

  "Okay, just give me a scientific explanation of how a char's virtual death can terminate his real-life body. Prove it. Then I'll believe you."

  She was a piece of work! Attila would have loved to give her a smack. "I'm not going to prove anything," he said. "You're not my wife nor my mother-in-law. You want proof? Go and smoke yourself and see what happens. Personally, I'm going. He and I," (Beast energetically nodded his enormous blue head), "we're going to the Valley of Death. Nobody's forcing you. Either you're going with us or we part ways."

  He turned to Beast. "I can't say I really remember how to get there. D'you know the way?"

  Beast stuck out his bearded chin. "Sure! You may be a criminal but it's safer together," he pointed at the lake. "Over there. We'll follow the lake until it curves, then turn off into the woods. The Valley of Death isn't very far from here. Wanna get going? If we don't hurry up, we might miss whatever the Legate is going to say."

  The guy was a lousy leader, Attila thought as he followed him. Despite all his airs, Beast looked insecure as he kept looking back, checking on them. And this Yanna, how long would it take her to drop her act?

  He got his answer straight away.

  "Hey," the girl said before they could take a dozen paces. "You, what's your name... Attila! You're not going anywhere. Not before you pay me back. Neither of you is going! I'll shoot you, I promise!"

  Beast stumbled. "Leave her alone," Attila said. "Give her a chance to vent. She'll go with us, you'll see."

  He could hear her cuss behind his back. A bowstring twanged; an arrow whizzed overhead and pierced the sand far ahead. Attila heard the soft stomping of feet catching up with them. Soon the girl's fist shoved him in the back.

  "You owe me seven hundred now," she said.

  "I don't have it. Go and talk to him," he nodded at Beast. "He's the one who didn't pay me for the work."

  "You're something else, you," Beast commented. "So it's my fault now? Actually, you done good. A loner is the way to go. I should have known it. This whole legionnaire thing was starting to get to me. I was thinking of dumping them."

  They kept going. Yanna walked separately from the other two, kicking the heads off the yellow dandelions. They passed the lake and entered the forest. Beast was talking non-stop telling them stories from his legionnaire past about all sorts of petty little errands he had to run chasing petty offenders and stalking dishonest vendors, all for the miserable wage of three gold a day.

  Attila listened absent-mindedly while trying to work out the almost indiscernible changes around him. The colors had faded; the rustle of trees didn't sound the same. It was like some reality shift as if he was watching the world from a different angle. Now the Dead Canyon felt even eerier — more hostile than before. More menacing.

  "Hey you, Blue Face," Yanna interrupted Beast's soliloquies. "Mind telling me why you didn't shoot fireballs at the ghoul back there?"

  "I was out of mana," he explained. "The Storm had sucked me dry, even with the helmet on. But it's back to normal now."

  "Actually, how many spells can you cast?" Attila asked. "I thought you were a warrior at first. Like all you could do was use your mace. Thought you might have some rudimentary magic — the Barbaric kind, you know. Orcs are Barbarians, aren't they? That's the kind of magic they normally use."

  "I'm not a pure orc, am I? I'm half half. In any case, orcs are a good choice if you want to level elemental magic. My Fire branch is maxed out, so I can spend all day hurling fireballs if I want to. Not that I can do much else."

  "A Barbarian warrior and a fire wizard," Attila said. "Interesting combination. But not a tank?"

  "Nah. I'm not what you'd call a good tank," Beast admitted. "Listen guys, how about we share what each of us can do? In case we come across some mobs or even robbers... Did you know there're robbers in these woods? This way we'll know each other's strong points. Look at me: I'm a Half Orc, an Eliminator. I have a heavy mace and heavy armor. Fire attack magic. I have Deafening Roar for a magic skill, and Whirling Crusher for combat. They're the main ones, not counting all the minor stuff. Lots of health and shields. And you?"

  "Human, Ranger," Attila began. "One-handed sword and rawhide armor — not too special but I've been working on it. It's already nine thousand hell points. I know how to use a bow of course but I don't like it so normally I don't wear it. I'm good at close combat; I have a few combos any top rogue would be proud of. I have no magic whatsoever so I have to use charms and scrolls. I've invested a lot into Intellect and also Charisma. NPCs tend to like me, vendors drop their prices for me. And whenever I come across a book or a scroll I can read them. You?"

  For a while Yanna didn't reply. Finally she deigned to answer,

  "High Elf, Hunter, Ranger. A bow and throwing knives. A long dagger. Light leather armor — very light. More of a prom gown."

  Beast chuckled.

  "I've got long-range kill all leveled," Yanna glared at him. "And don't you forget it, Blue Face. I also have Speed Flight so I can shoot arrows faster than you can throw your fireballs. I have very little magic, just some basics. Plus Accuracy, Agility and Speed."

  Attila wasn't listening. He'd finally understood what was wrong with the world around him. Before, the Canyon used to be quite pretty despite all the doom and gloom. The artists made sure to have added a touch of color and charm here and there to help players feel comfortable and at home. To ensure they stayed here for as long as they could.

  But now the sky was pregnant with laden thunderclouds blown by a piercing freezing wind. Nothing like that had ever happened here before. Also, he had a funny feeling they were being watched. He'd gotten this sensation immediately after they'd left Gamekeeper's hut and it had kept growing ever since. It was as if someone was peering down at Attila, watching him like a sniper watches his victim through his sights. Whatever could have caused such major changes? If only they could contact the real world!

  Once again he reached for his Book and checked his Skype connection. Nope. It wouldn't start. If anything, his anticipation of danger had grown.

  "I see a Crusher ahead," Beast reported. "It's huge. Better give it a miss."

  They had to take a detour. Soon the conifers parted, replaced by greenwood. Earth was softer here — as it should be in a deciduous forest. The game designers had shown a remarkable attention to detail.

  Again Beast broke the silence, "Attila? Mind me asking who you are?

  Attila shrugged. "I'm just a guy."

  "And where do guys like you come from?"

  "Moscow. You?"

  "I live in Switzerland with my parents. Dad's a scientist with the European Nuclear Research Organization. They offered him a contract. But originally I'm from Kiev in Ukraine. I can speak English so I can study with the local guys, I suppose, but my parents sent me to the Russian consulate school instead. And it's a joke really, nothing to do most of the time. And now we're on vacation anyway. So I thought I'd try this legionnaire thing for a change."

  "Truant," Yanna chuckled.

  Beast went on, dismissing her remark, "Only my parents are constantly on my case. My dad is tough. He wants me to read physics and, like, follow in his footsteps. But science is so boring."

  He only stopped talking when they came to a shallow ravine crossing their course, left by a river that used to flow here ages ago. Its center was marked by the rusty shell of a ship almost half-buried in the ground. It listed to one side, its only lopsided mast staring at the sky. The ship was overgrown with creepers. Its upper yardarm hung with something that looked like filthy tattered bedsheets. They fluttered in the wind, sparking and crackling with static. A faint whiff of ozone hung in the air.

  They stopped.

  "Oh, no," Yanna said. "That thing on the mast, is it Rust? W
ow. You don't see them very often. They're said to emit some powerful natural necro magic. What's the name of that debuff now... Grave Breath. Does that mean that if it hits me I'll wake up a brain-dead idiot in real life?"

  "No idea what you'll wake up like," Attila said. "Beast, should we really go past it? Or is all of this ravine just as bad? Honestly, I don't like it. You said you knew the area."

  "I did," Beast stared at the ship, licking his fat purple lips. "There were no magic emissions here before. Then again, the Rust wasn't here, either. The Dead Canyon keeps changing. And now this Storm. I really don't want it to scorch my brains. I don't want us to be stuck here forever like some flippin' zombies. Actually, my helmet should protect me."

  "Well," Attila walked out onto the former river bank and reached into his pouch for some birds' bones. "Surely if there were any emissions, we would all have had a headache. But I have nothing of the kind. Look at me, I'm stepping closer... and closer... It seems all right. But in any case we shouldn’t approach the ship itself."

  They took a detour of about six hundred feet across a forest track, testing the area by throwing bones in front of their path. The wood closed in around them, crawling with aberrations. They avoided a Magneto and scared off a couple of fire foxes bristling with flames. Dangerous for a loner, the foxes didn't dare attack a group of three and beat a hasty retreat, leaving whiffs of smoke in their wake.

  Only now did Attila remember the bag he'd taken off the dead legionnaire. Should he look and see what was in it?

  He checked the bag's four slots one by one but all were filled with some caked goo of unknown origin.

  "What's that?" he showed it to Beast. "I thought legionnaires keep some special-purpose cheats in there?"

  "We do. Only they are made into spells. You can't get them anywhere, they're not for sale. They do it because they don't want to disrupt, what's it called, the autistic experience."

  "Authentic experience, you moron," Yanna butted in.

  "That's what I said. But the Storm had baked the spells solid. Newbs like me don't have them. Why do you think I joined the legionnaires? It wasn't for the money. I wanted to get access to their cheats. As if! They don't issue them to you straight away. All they did, they helped me to max out the Minor Dome of Goodness in my helmet."

  Suddenly Yanna ducked down and put her finger to her lips. Attila and Beast froze. Crouching, she stole toward a growth of brushwood in front of them and peeked out, then nodded to them.

  A group of black figures was stealing through the forest before them.

  "Jeez," Beast's voice was hoarse. "They're clerics."

  Or rather, Silent Brothers, Attila corrected him mentally. What were they doing here so far from the Citadel?

  Clad in wide pants and chainmail shirts over short black cassocks, the Silent Brothers walked in unison, their faces hidden by hood masks. All carried light staffs; one of them had a longbow in a loose cover on his back. The longbow glowed purple. They were headed by a tall figure clad in a dark cloak.

  "A Nazgul," Beast mouthed.

  Or rather, a Dark Paladin, Attila corrected him again. The leader's cloak hung open, revealing an occasional glint of armor. His head and face were concealed by a pointed hood. His long ebony staff resembled a thin strip of darkness crowned with a skull handle.

  Attila, Beast and Yanna lay low, holding their breath. The clerics moved noiselessly, an occasional crackling of a broken twig underfoot barely betraying their passage.

  "What are they doing here?" Beast whispered. "They never ventured so far away from the Citadel before."

  Yanna hushed him up. The Paladin stopped and looked in their direction. Immediately all the other clerics stopped and turned round. Now Attila could see that they wore black eye-slit masks. The leader's was painted with silver stripes that made it look like prison bars.

  The Silent Brothers seemed to look directly at them. Attila froze even though the clerics couldn't possibly see them through the shrubs. His fingers closed around his sword handle.

  The Paladin turned around and walked on. The clerics followed.

  When their dark outlines had finally disappeared behind the trees, Beast open his mouth to speak — but couldn't.

  A red-hot rod seemed to have pierced Attila's head. The sudden agony felt like someone was pouring molten metal down the hole. Beast rolled his eyes and collapsed. Yanna gasped and dropped to her knees. Attila knelt too, grinding his teeth and clutching his head which was about to explode. Colored spots flickered before his eyes. Beast was gasping for air like a beached fish, wheezing and clawing the grass. Yanna whimpered, nestling her face in her hands.

  A few seconds later she managed to sit up. Beast was snapping his fangs, rubbing the scar on his temple. Attila was massaging his stomach trying to overcome a sudden bout of nausea.

  "What was that?" he finally managed.

  Yanna scrambled back up and stood with her feet wide apart, staggering. She ran her hand through her hair. "Dunno."

  "Someone tried to look inside me," Beast said weakly. "It could be one of those very rare semi-sentient mobs. But normally you need to go all the way to the Citadel to find them."

  He pulled out his Book and began spinning the knobs. "I've got to warn Legate," he mumbled. "I need to tell him about the clerics. What are they doing here? It's not working again, dammit! There's no chat, no private messaging, nothing at all!"

  "Come on then, let's go," Yanna made a few tentative steps. "Whatever it was, it seems to have eased off a bit."

  But Beast slapped his forehead and turned his stare to Attila. "I'm stupid! You have this God's Eye you made, don't you? We should use it to follow the clerics. Great idea! I'm a genius! Let's just hope the Storm didn't botch it. But you weren't out in the open during the Storm, were you? You were hiding somewhere. If you two didn't die like my group, then hopefully the Eye should be okay."

  "The Eye doesn't work very well in wooded areas," Attila said. "That's why I haven't used it yet."

  "They don't seem to be heading to the Valley of Death, do they?" Yanna pointed in the direction where the clerics had disappeared. "Unless they know of an easier way. What do you think, Blue Face? A portal, maybe? Never mind. We need to get to the Valley. Forget the clerics, let's go. We don't have time for your Eye nonsense."

  Beast pouted his lower lip. "What kind of control freak are you? What if they're out to kill someone? You saw Legate's message. I didn't make it up: whoever dies in game dies for real."

  "That's what he says," she snapped. "I still don't believe it. Which is why I think we need to get to the Valley and find out. Actually, you're too young to argue with adults. You should be staying home doing homework, not playing online games."

  Indignant, Beast reached over his left shoulder and grabbed at the mace handle. Clenching his other fist until it resembled a knobby dark-blue boulder, he lunged toward the girl. Yanna whipped out her dagger and assumed a defensive posture.

  "Come on, you blue slob!" she shouted, slicing the air. The dagger left a blurred gray trace in its wake, betraying its charmed nature.

  "Cool it!" Attila cut in. "Beast, sorry man, but she's right. We really need to get to the Valley and find out what's going on. The Eye will take some time: I need to reset it and lay out a new course for it to follow the clerics. Time is an issue. I might try to launch the Eye on the go, provided we leave now."

  Grudgingly Beast removed his hand from the mace. After an expectant pause, Yanna did the same, sheathing her dagger and readjusting the bow across her back. She swung round and resumed her marching pace. Beast hurried along, mumbling something about others having all the say. He soon caught up with the girl and walked in front of her. Shaking his head in disbelief, Attila followed.

  He should check the Eye, really. Attila produced the book and began fiddling with the crystals. What if the Eye too had blown like all the other in-game equipment?

  But no, it seemed to be working. The steel star soared into the sky, snapping its arms open
. He twiddled the black crystal around. Yanna watched him curiously. Without stopping, Beast turned to look at them. The Eye started rushing around until it hit a tree and dropped to the grass.

  "Ah," Beast's voice betrayed his disappointment as he turned away.

  What had happened? A control malfunction? He really should stop and investigate, but they were too pressed for time. Better not risk it. He could always check out the Eye at some later opportunity.

  Attila used the remote control to fold the star's arms but didn't dare to launch it again. He reached out, caught the Eye mid-air and packed it back into his bag. Later. All later.

  His head didn't ache any more. Still, it felt like it was filled with jelly. Attila kneaded the back of his neck while watching the clouded sky showing through the gaps between the tree tops. The sky was pulsing with a pale glow, growing brighter, then receding. It pressed upon him like the claustrophobically low ceiling of a locked cellar.

  "Beast," Attila called. "Were there any large upgrades planned recently?"

  "Nope. They would have told me. But even if they hadn't, I'd have known anyway."

  "Why did the Dead Canyon change so dramatically after the Storm? It's not normal. Had it been-"

  "What do you want with him?" Yanna butted in without stopping. "He's only a schoolkid. Now you, you're a programmer. It's your job to know these things. You tell us."

  Attila shook his head. "I have no answer yet. We need to get to the Valley and find out."

  Chapter Six

  Beast parted the shrubs with his hands and stopped. Attila and Yanna walked around and stood next to him.

  A deep hollow lay before them, forming a nearly-perfect circle. The Valley of Death. Rubble and boulders were heaped amid the sparse vegetation studded with motionless gray figures.