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Maxim didn’t believe in magic until a stray mortar round at the training grounds didn’t explode—it opened.

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. oleg bubela skachat v fb2

"Well," Maxim muttered, checking his magazine. "This isn't Siberia." Maxim didn’t believe in magic until a stray

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. Their armor was intricate, etched with runes that

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.

"Status report," he wheezed, habit overriding shock. But there was no radio chatter, only the rhythmic beating of heavy wings above.

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.