Chapter 8.5

In general, we now had to go deeper into the metropolis or go in circles, mopping up the outlying urban outskirts. Either way, there's a lot of risk.

- So you're suggesting we go after shadows on purpose? - Zhora shook his head, a gaunt as an oak and bearded as a boyarin, a young male re-enactor. He and the archer had come with us outside the walls of the settlement to test the capabilities of the arrows.

- Not on purpose, but if we go a couple of blocks, we'll run into them for sure.

- I agree.

Zhora looked at his neighbor in surprise.

- Really? And if the arrows don't work on them, too? - He said angrily. - That would be it. It's over! Those black things move so fast a cheetah would envy them.

- Let's run," she shrugged.

- I'll go with you," - said Eduard immediately. - If the arrows don't work, fireballs will. I've proved that fireballs can burn away shadows. Tomorrow we'll go.

- Not tomorrow," I interrupted him. "In a day or two.

My comrades looked at me questioningly.

- Tonight you'll drain more blood so that I can process the samurai's katanas in the same way as these spearheads.

- Yeah," the pyromancer squinted, "so you believe you can do it.

- I'll see if it does. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work, but at least we'll know that magic can't make all our wishes come true.

- No result is also a result, right? - hes smiled.