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Great Chief Astrodon was indignant. How dared the priests choose his eldest son as the sacrifice? He was beside himself with rage. The sound of the stone-mortars that were constantly driving aliens away from the walls of the fortress was overclouding his thoughts even more. The triumphant warlike yells of the Atlantes that never stopped in Atlantis gave way to squeals of stones and aliens’ howl. All this made him nervous.

Astrodon stood motionless on the steps of the temple leading to the altar and looked up. The starry sky over his grey head was especially deep, clear, convex like a lens on that night. It seemed as if it wanted to unearth the mystery of universal existence.

“My son, Umanga, will never see such stars again. How dared the priests dispose of his destiny in such a way? He is the best among the best! He should live, fight, combat! His children must give the world great-grandsons like him! Strong, handsome, smart!”

Astrodon was going to the temple to ask the High priest for mercy or at least for a delay. They couldn’t help listening to him. The word of the Great Chief was weighty. But he had made his decision – he would go the whole hog, use the right of the last veto that was unconditionally fulfilled in any case according to the laws of Atlantis and this right was given once when the chief was abdicating …

“Let them immolate me, Astrodon. Umanga will then take my place!”