Сварог. Чудовища в янтаре. Улица моя тесна

With a tinkle, one after another, the royal crowns fly off the head of the King of Kings - Svarog. In an instant, the life of the magician fades, like a blown-out candle.
On the fields of battle, a great harvest has begun. A bloody gleam shines from the ruby in the hilt of the sword - with a blade of ancient craftsmanship.