One moment he was diving into a muddy trench in the outskirts of Omsk; the next, he was face-down in violet grass that smelled like ozone and old parchment. His Kalashnikov was still clutched in his hands, but the weight felt different. The steel was shimmering with a faint, pulsing blue light.
He rolled onto his back and looked up. The sky wasn't blue; it was a bruised gold, torn by three moons. Above him, a creature that looked like a cross between a pterodactyl and a stained-glass window soared toward a distant, floating citadel.
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He wasn't alone for long. A troop of riders emerged from the treeline, mounted on six-legged lizards. Their armor was intricate, etched with runes that made Maxim’s eyes ache, but their spears were leveled with unmistakable intent.
"Status report," he wheezed, habit overriding shock. But there was no radio chatter, only the rhythmic beating of heavy wings above. One moment he was diving into a muddy
Maxim didn't wait for a translation. He clicked the safety off. In this world, his "vityaz" spirit wouldn't come from a sword or a prophecy, but from the cold lead in his pouch and the tactical training of a world that had forgotten how to believe in dragons.
The air grew heavy with the scent of a brewing storm. The Dragon’s Path had chosen a new traveler, and Oleg Bubela’s world was about to learn that sometimes, a soldier's discipline is the strongest magic of all. He rolled onto his back and looked up
Maxim didn’t believe in magic until a stray mortar round at the training grounds didn’t explode—it opened.
