Над самой клеткой льва

All lower and lower bends the head of Svarog under the weight of new crowns. But the ringing of glasses and the beloved voices of women distract him from the bitterness of losses. And the growing rustle, whisper, noise of the Neighboring Pages echoes the ancient Storm, prompting him anew to take up royal affairs.
Through the gentle light dancing under the shadow of the night Driad, Svarog sees thin streams of piercing blue light breaking through from the heavens. Soon Talar will drown in them...
And against the new villain is dressed such an army that is hardly not frightening to the neighbors. If only we knew where to strike!