Daniil saw the lights of the explosion from afar. He would have liked to accelerate the pace, but flying at night, even with a clear sky, already required constant concentration. He preferred to arrive in one piece, especially since it was certainly too late to save anything of interest in his mine. He swore in his beard, worried that he would have to fall back on a less secure, less protected shelter. All of his men died in the clash with the Insubmissive and her friends. He should never have welcomed that damned priest into his lair! He, therefore, continued on his way at the same pace and, after some minutes which seemed interminable to him, he finally arrived in sight of the mountain. Disfigured by heavy weapon fire, it looked like a wounded animal, ready to collapse and die. Daniil la
