Meanwhile...

Michael's flight was cancelled. The guy cursed restrainedly and went to the cash register. There was still a chance to fly home before it was too late, but it would have been necessary to get there using transfer planes.

The initiation was successful, he was a full member of the Order. And the very first mission coincided with his most important desire: to restore order at home.

The trouble was that to do this you had to get home first.

It took about another hour to get an alternative ticket. Then, Michael sat down in the waiting room chair and unfolded the laptop.

Eliza's page has changed dramatically. Not a drop of modesty and not a trace of her old childhood friend was there anymore. Literally right out of the gate, Facebook was greeted with a photo of Eliza (or Lizzie, as she called herself) in which there was exactly the amount of clothing that was minimally necessary to pass moderation.

The content, in addition to reposting cats and funny memes, mainly boiled down to the fact that Eliza, with an inept allegory, was actually offering herself. I mean sexual services. Of course, on a reimbursable basis.

Mile rubbed the bridge of his nose thoughtfully.

The situation was clearly out of control.

The worst thing, what frightened him most of all, was that he was not sure that he would somehow be able to “roll back” the effect of the magic.

Returning Eliza to her former mind, in theory, was not so difficult. Bringing her life back... Perhaps - impossible.

He looked at his watch. There were still three hours to wait. Then the flight is around eight. And a connecting flight.

He definitely didn't have time before the next wave of reality changes. Michael was scared to even imagine how much things would change and how bad things would get this time.

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Dear friends, I not only allow, but also respectfully ask you to join in writing this story.

I'm very interested to read your vision of how the story COULD go.

Let's create a masterpiece together.