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Round 0 :
Yüv - Wastelands - The Labyrinth - Gresig's Ashram - the Twin Bridge City - the woods - The town of Simirja

Round 1: the Yellow Granite city and its suburbs
Round 2: the Stepps - The Great Desert - the city of Charishaqat - the eastern seas
Round 3: Black&White city - the wastelands - bw again
Round 4: Haeleges - the wastelands
Round 5: The cold lands - Rumas - the wastelands - the Sunrise bridge - an abandoned factory - Rumas - the wastelands - The bridge and the river
Round 6: Haeleges - the road to the sea
Round 7: Golleg's isles - the wastelands - Haeleges - the Deserted plains - the Tae valley
Round 8: the wastelands in Haeleges realm
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Round Seven
The Gran-air arrive to a new city after being
respawned and instantly captured by the Poyge sect, 
who watch the unconcious strangers emerging from the thin air and tie them up one by one, 
first nailing Llava to the table with a steel rod through his palm, then forcing Maniiv to humiliate and beat Fernollg, then she gets raped by Keranomu while the children stab Llava's limbs.
The nightmare is over when Naghill starts playing zimarhin outside, luring the children out and taunting them, misleading them to give freshly respawned Hjotennir time to get ready and come for the rescue.
He realizes that he must now fight alone against dozens of deranged kids. With Naghill urging and empowering him, he calls for the captured Daenair begging them to think him whatever it takes. Gathering his Yah's might, he becomes the empty shell, filled with the Naryi ("water", or energy),  letting it pass through his body and Yah. At some point, he realizes that obtains the power of Omnipresence: he could stand at any point of the world, in front of each person, fighting ones and comforting the others. After having pulled himself together, Hjotennir knocks unconcious all the Poyge child warriors and frees the Daenair, while Naghill kills the Poyge Chief. 
Llava had lost a lot of blood and was in a critical condition, Hjot was exhausted after the Omnipresence blast, the other three were so ashamed of their weakness and failure that they refused to talk at all. 
Naghill took care of all them, putting them together on the ground in the way they used to sleep (in a circle, face up, head to head), she made everyone holding each other's hands, then joined them. 
She led them into the meditation, to make then feel united, fill them with willing, and their Yahir merged together fully for the first time.
They were found by Gresig who showed them way to the nearest city.
Maniiv contacts with its soul and says its friendly and welcoming. They are accepted by the city's Yah and start finding their living.
Gresig hints that they
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I loved sitting on the sunlit stones of the canal's bank, watching the boats gliding upon the silk-smooth surface of the river that flew through the city cutting it in two.
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Chapter 1

As Naghill would say, it was all Gresig's game. 
He was the one obsessed with an idea of exploring the human soul by means of breaking out of the ordinary ways of life. 
It was him sharing these ideas with his student, Llava Hyffes, a very young man with a good background, the heir of the wealthy family, whose great concern was seeking a key to his mind's troubles.
It wasn't him, though, who had lit a sparkle of will in Bjro Gresig's stale soul.
The grey-eyed girl with messy hair and an old heavy bag, full of books, pencils and paper scrolls, that once stopped in front of his library's wall staring at the weird letters, written with a white chalk on the red bricks.
"uguzigu wanted, reward 10000000"
She suggested it was a mysterious encryption, transforming the first senseless word into a phrase "u-gu zigu", which she said to mean "Lord Gu's Scissors".
She was pondering on that as she walked into the reading room, where Gresig had been waiting for her, listening to her thoughts carefully and smiling to himself.
He knew, it was the one he needed. The one with wild imagination, light insanity and passion strong enough to turn the world upside down, the one he longed for to begin The Journey he had been dreaming of for decades.
He took the pile of books she handed back to him and crossed out their titles from her library card. That card was old and shabby, as if it survived a fire, a flood and a hurricane. All the pages were wrinkled and covered with a crooked handrwriting, till the last page, where just a small space left, perhaps for one or two books only. 
He turned the card over and read her name again, written carefully but still clumsily, with a little sparrow sitting on the top of the letter N.
"Maniiv Viroka", it said. 
-Have you seen that graffiti on the eastern wall of the house? - asked Bjro Gresig.
The girl nodded, looking at him curiously, her fingers playing with a pencil.
-I think it could mean something else, than the passers-by can possibly see. Don't you think?
She shrugged her shoulders.
-It could be anything. But I guess it's someone's name. Someone rich looking for something important. Perhaps, his scissors.
Gresig dove under his desk and stood up holding a pair of oddly shaped scissors, with the blades looking like a bird's mouth and the handle shaped as wings.
The girl's eyes shone.
-That's the one! So, are you that Lord Gu?
He rised his hands.
-I'm afraid I'm not, my lady. But who knows, maybe he is going to pay as a visit to pick up his treasure?
-Sure! - she laughed, - let's leave it somewhere here, in a glass showcase, for everyone to see.
She glanced at her pocket watch, sighed and said she must run now. At the door she looked back at him and smiled sweetly, waving her hand, while she bumped into a tall bearded man in a brown coat who had just entered the library. The two had caught each other's glance, and Gresig couldn't help noticing that her face blushed bright red and her eyes widened as she whispered an apology and slipped outside.
Obviously, they had met before, not once, but never spoke a word.

-Glad to see you back, Lord Master.
-Greetings, Lord Gresig. Would you please not bring up my posh title, - said the man, his mouth corners raised in a faint smile, - Let me just be one of your readers, like that amusing young lady, who had just stepped on my shoe.
-Then, you'd love to be a tea-drinker, too?

And there they sat, under the spiral staircase, on the leather sofa that creeped out anyone who dares to take his load off with an unexpected squack, they were drinking hot red tea, talking of all kind of things, forbidden and dangerous things, that no good citizen must bring in mind.
-How soon is till the Departure, Gresig?
-Patience, dear Master, is the most valuable of the virtues. The fruits are nearly ripe. 
-Please know, that my wagon is ready, so is my heart. 
-So you say, yet you are hesitating.Take your time to look around you. We may never come back again, we shall leave all our past behind.
The man looked Gresig in the eyes firmly, then shook his head and sighed:
-You can't be wrong, teacher. I'm only a craftsman, yours is the craft of more delicate kind. I shall follow your advice and get my thoughts together.
-No worries, - said Bjro Gresig enigmatically, - bear no hope and have no regrets. You will know when to start your engine.


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