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«Not for what was to revenge?» sarcastically asked Blaise.

«No one left, who would be able to take revenge.»

«But someone killed them.»

– Did not kill, just cut the fingers.»

«Death came only because of this,» she touched the stubs.

«Do not touch! It’s dangerous!»

Indeed, on the tips of the nails, something black appeared, but immediately stopped, as if someone had a blowing on her, instantly healing.

«And you are really special,» said Rod.

«You say, there are no other injuries on the corpses than fingertips?» Blaise examined the corpse.

«Maybe they died from what they were frightened so much, and not from injuries?» She closed the glazed eyes, which reflected a clear horror. She is not an anatom. Although Damian repeated that it was necessary to study an anatomy to know exactly where to apply a cutting or stuck.

«It is unlikely,» again repeated Rod. «They were afraid of nothing.»

«And where are their fingers?»

«Probably the one who cut off, took them with him.»

«But why?»

«I… We… thought you would immediately understand.»