The moment when she sprayed the pepper gas into Płanetnik's eyes was priceless. Cautious woman always ready... and even demigods can get a beating. The moment when she dances is magical :) So natural and otherwordly.
Confusion and curiosity battled within Zywia's mind. Why had she been chosen? What was the significance of the house she inherited? And who was this Slavonic god, Rod? With a mixture of trepidation and a newfound sense of purpose, she stepped into the midst of a world ruled by Slavic gods. Here, she would stumble upon something she had long believed to be lost—true love. Nevertheless, she would also soon realize that this love, like everything else in her life, was not as it seemed.
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