The wind is enraged, the sky, the land… The world. It is, as it seemed in the area of education.
The sky is dark, light is nearly f*******n here, only the fury of the heights is allowed and it falls, merciless, followed by the thunderclaps, crushing everything it touches, reducing it to ashes. A thunderstorm.
The rain hit this shell, this armor that I ordered machines to build, and I feel lucky for I am safe here, I'm beyond the reach of the wrath of these wasted land. It seems like that but I know I'm not, I'm just a leaf, still hanging on the tree, but for how long? I don't know. No one does until one falls.
The fortress was built at the top between the highest mountains in the mountain range at 13 thousand feet over the level of the sea. It is nearly inaccessible. The only ways to ge
