Vivifork

Ebardo once decided to make a bet with Weavivilk, knowing he would win. They made a wager: he had to obtain 10 magical artifacts in four days. When Weavivilk left his abode and set to work, Ebardo secretly rejoiced, thinking he wouldn't succeed. He was already waiting for the moment to make the red-eyed man his mistress. But four days later, you should have seen his indignation and utter shock... Weavivilk stood before him with a sly grin, his hands folded behind his back.

• Well, what? Look. Red-Eyes waved his hand, and ten artifacts appeared in the air: the Spear of the Father. A bottle of the First Mother's blood. The Sword of the Traveler. Some kind of magical book of sanguimancy. A bottle of the Resurrectionist's blood. Some kind of bag of pollen-like powder. The Black Rose of Knefmtiti. The Moonbow of Knefmtiti. The Bronze Owl. The Mask of the Interworlder. "So, you've officially lost to me, 'Oh great Ebardo.' And now... " The owner of the red scarf narrowed his eyes and waved his hand. Now everything had turned against the green-eyed man, and he had become... a girl. Funny. Weevivilka stepped closer and walked around him, examining him. — Well, well, who is this lady?