"The Grand Prince is smarter than I give him credit for…" murmurs Serrentuk. Zuzia is practicing whatever jukes, spins, and dodges she can to try to avoid being captured. Between such small bouts, she also stretches and flexes to warm up her muscles for the long haul. Amalaskae gave her a great deal of resistance to magic, but she is not all powerful, and she's not truly invincible.

"How so?" asks Zuzia, not breaking her rhythm of practice. She has a nearly inexhaustible supply of stamina now, so she's not too worried about wearing herself out.

"I'm not privy to all of the preparations, but they are indeed making many plans. From what I can tell, they have at least three full contingencies depending on how the battle goes."

Zuzia scoffs. "I suppose I should be flattered that they're expecting a whole battle just to wrangle me, huh?"

The elven sage isn't quite as amused as she is, but he does reply, "I do suppose the fear one instills in their enemies is a good measure of strength." He opens his eyes to look at her, saying seriously, "There is a source of great mana present."

"Some kind of weapon?" asks Zuzia.

"No. Not like the ones they had my body return to the real world yesterday. This is something living. It's hiding its mana; diffusing it. But, I recognize the method. Sayrdarralouche, the dragon I showed you, utilized a spell that was capable of making his presence blend in with the environment, because ancient dragons like him are easy to detect otherwise."

"So, a dragon is waiting to fight me?" asks Zuzia with incredulity. It's not that she doesn't believe him, it's just difficult to believe, since the scariest thing she has faced so far is a really big, particularly chunky moose, essentially. She has confidence and faith in her magic strength granted by Amalaskae, but in Slavic lore, like many other cultures, dragons are considered among the more powerful mythological beings. Given how Serrentuk describes the one that seems to have cost him everything, dragons are considerably powerful in this world as well.

"I'm not sure…" replies Serrentuk quietly. "This energy is more… twisted… Messy… It's more akin to one of Sayrdarralouche's creations than the dragon himself. I haven't seen him in centuries, but Shaiulvalgarro was better at hiding his presence. Had I the chance…" The elven sage trails off, sighing.

"Regardless, I'll buy you all the time you can, but you must move with haste. This being may be more powerful than my Gate spell, so you may not escape if you grant the enemy the chance."

Zuzia nods in agreement.

"Remember, you can't leave my friends behind if they're here."

"They're here. So long as you are able to do your part, I shall endure and retrieve them. Just… be wary of Sayrdarralouche. I trust you, but if you allow him to survive…"

"Unless this mystery dragon has Gate as well, I should be fine. Worry about creating as much chaos as possible for me to escape."

The elf nods, and he whispers, "It's time. You will have seconds. Good luck, my friend."

Zuzia places her hand where his chest appears, even though he's effectively an intangible ghost to her. "You, too, Serrentuk."

His image fades, and Zuzia can see the void fade around her, becoming a complete and total darkness for a time, exactly like it was when she was first being pulled in. She takes a deep breath and squeezes her hands into fists to harden her resolve. The honey-brunette and her new elven friend are ready for this fight. They have to be. Every step is planned, and as long as she focuses on her part, she will make it through to see him on the other side.

It's fine. There's a plan. Just focus on doing it right. Trust Serrentuk.

Her head emerges from the surface of Serrentuk's gate, and ahead of her, she can see a solid block wall made of large stones. Her immediate surroundings look like a featureless room otherwise, which must be 'Contingency A': A room that she hopefully can't escape from.

"Zuzia! Run! Forget about us and run!" calls out a man's voice desperately. Zuzia recognizes it and looks up. She can't move yet, as her shoulders are only just emerging from the Gate. It's Wulfsten, the leader of the trio of mercenaries she befriended and travelled with. Confirming Contingency A, the three mercenaries are being held prisoner by the Imperial soldiers, as well as Nesparu and the blond guy from the Castle Cultists, who, according to Serrentuk, is Grand Prince Yaulander of the Grand Zenkon Empire. His left cheek is scarred, and his eye is a milky white color, though he has more of a triumphant smirk on his rather youthful face. He can't be more than thirty years old, though the scars do add a sort of aging effect to his appearance, and his elegant attire does make him look rather posh and pompous like a fantasy noble.

Above her, and possibly being 'Contingency B' are numerous chains interwoven above her like a messy spider web. Even if she can break them, she still weighs the same as she did originally, meaning the chains will likely be able to interfere with her escape attempts like the aforementioned web managing to delay a dragonfly. Even if the dragonfly has the strength to rip apart the web and escape, it still has to break enough of the individual strands to be able to overcome the actual whole of the interlocking threads.

"Zuzia!" calls out Wulfsten again, "Zuzia, run!"

She keeps her focus on her task. Her arms are starting to emerge, and she can't suggest that she has a plan. She calls out, "Verbert, Wulfsten, Halkadon! I'm sorry I dragged you into this!"

"Forget it! Just run! You're their target!"

She wants to tell them that it'll be okay. Her heart screams for her to reassure them.

But, her heart is also screaming for her to avoid doing what she promised she would do for Serrentuk, and he is the one sacrificing everything to give her a chance to flee.

"You should have cooperated from the beginning, Zuzia Spolskia!" taunts Yaulander. "You are in my world now, and I am the Grand Prince of the Empire! To make an enemy out of me is nothing short of a goblin's scheme!"

"Let them go," states Zuzia, shifting her shoulders as her waist is passing the surface. Not yet, Zuzia. Wait until you can pull free. She continues audibly, "Please. If you harm them further…"

"You mean like this?" asks Yaulander caustically. He signals, and one of the Imperials stabs a knife into Verbert's side, causing the gatonine to cry out through his gag. It's clear that Wulfsten was allowed to call out, since it would disorient Zuzia. Or at least, that's the hope. She winces seeing her friend be hurt, and her heart starts to beat faster and faster.

She's afraid.

'You can do this, Zuzu. Just like climbing a simple path or a tall mountain;

krok po kroku. <A/N 1>' Hearing her grandfather's words in her memories helps give her strength and guidance. Even when she struggled, he was there to encourage her. Even when she slipped, he helped her back to her feet, brushed her knees and hands off for her, and encouraged her to take another step.

'For every step you take beyond what you think you can, you'll be able to take two more tomorrow, Zuzu.'

"Jeszcze dwa jutro… <A/N 2>" whispers the young Polish brunette in her mother tongue. Her knees are free of the Gate spell, and Yaulander has control of the situation.

Nesparu starts to say, "Serrentuk, if she tries to flee,..."

"Zuzu miażdżyć!" shouts the Polish woman.

HWOO-SMACKOOOM!

Two human hands come together with the force of a kilogram of dynamite, creating shockwaves around her hands until they slam together with as much strength as Zuzia can muster.

And, from there, all hell breaks loose.

***

Moments before, Commander Nesparu stands-by next to the Grand Prince. They managed to escape the strange attackers that ambushed them thanks to Serrentuk's power, though none of the soldiers that remained with the carriage have returned to the rendezvous point.

The fortress they're in is more of a historical artifact than a useful stronghold to the Empire in modern times. It was given to the Strylaph Grand Principality generations ago during the Cleansing War to pay for the Grand Principality's aid in defending against the revolting human-kin of the now-forgotten kingdom. Because of its location built into a butte overlooking a smaller spire that hosts the entrance to a dried up gemstone mine, it is a relic of a time before dragons, wyvern-riders, and other monsters became the enemies of the Empire and its vassal territories.

And, thanks to that, the fortress is a relative secret even within the Empire, since it's been abandoned outwardly.

It's the perfect location for acting as an outpost to prepare to launch an attack.

Strangely, just like pulling her in, the Gate spell is slow to remove Zuzia Spolskia, the otherworlder fugitive summoned under Yaulander's command. They've spent hours trying to prepare for this moment, and men with crossbows and magic-reinforced weapons are waiting.

Verbert, the gatonine mercenary, is crying out, trying to resist the pain of being stabbed, but Zuzia avoids looking at him after initially calling out to him.

Something that catches Nesparu's eye, though, are Serrentuk's eyes. Normally, they have a glassy look with deep bags under his eyes, removing the ethereal beauty elves are known for and making him look like a common vagabond.

Today, though, his eyes seem almost… captivating. They have a deep silvery color with an actual glisten, even in the dim pit that he and Zuzia are present in. The rings under his eyes seem to have disappeared, like the elf got a good night's sleep, and as he's looking, listening to Yaulander and Zuzia trading words, Nesparu would swear that Serrentuk's hair has its own glow as well.

It's very strange, as he has never, ever seen Serrentuk like this. He has always looked like a battered slave on the edge of death even when Nesparu was a child.

Zuzia murmurs something to herself, and the subordinate nobleman suspects she's about to try something. He calls out, "Serrentuk, if she tries to flee,..."

KRA-KABOOM!

Nesparu only barely processes the motion of Zuzia's hands, which seem to slice through the air itself, fraying it like a rake tearing a curtain, and the force of her hands clapping together creates an actual thunder clap that pierces the air inside the enclosed space surrounding the pit, and her strike is aimed at Nesparu and Yaulander, specifically, cutting off the commander's order and sending searing pain through Nesparu's body. He is knocked back by the thunder clap, and he screams with the pain that feels like it punches his ears.

Yaulander is briefly incapacitated in the same way, and many of the men, especially the handful of gatonines and shenwulves in the room, are screaming in pain as they cover their ears and flail. One of the men stumbles over the edge of the pit and falls in, getting himself tangled in the chains, as far as Nesparu can tell. His eyes are already watering from the agony pounding his head, and he tries to make sense of Zuzia's next move, or at least the positions of any of his men capable of fighting.

Nesparu looks at Wulfsten and his companions, the mercenary friends of Zuzia captured to try to morally imprison her.

The three swords for hire rapidly sink into a dark pit that appears beneath them, along with the soldiers holding them hostage. Nesparu's watery eyes widen, and he can almost see clearly, but his eyes aren't deceiving him.

Gate was just used on his men and the mercenaries. 'Serrentuk! Serrentuk! Stop! Stop her!'

Nesparu can feel the air leaving his lungs, and the scratch in his throat from yelling, but the only thing his own ears can hear is a painful ring.

The elven sage is levitating his staff in a way Nesparu has never seen. His hands aren't touching the staff itself, and it's floating in midair between them as powerful magic surges from him.

The ancient contract-bound sorcerer's Gate spell opens in several locations around the space, including the ceiling and walls. Unlike for the mercenaries, however, the spell doesn't take anything in.

It spews things out.

Several monsters appear from the Gates, immediately roaring and attacking the first things they see, and the soldiers fall into panic. The rain of ferocious creatures continues, and Nesparu tries screaming again, 'Serrentuk! What are you doing!? Stop this at once! Capture all the monsters and Zuzia Spolskia! Obey me this instant!'

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But, as before, he can only tell that his voice should be leaving his lips, but his own ears barely process anything more than the ringing that continues long after Zuzia's surprise attack. When she was going in, she was panicked, but she came out as if she were ready to launch a full offensive.

And, the final play of that offensive is still not reached.

As the Imperial officer tries to figure out what's going on with his family's long-contracted slave, he notices Zuzia facing the elven man, her fist reared back. Serrentuk, who is starting to appear less blurry from Nesparu's own mind clearing from the shockwave attack, has a gentle smile on his face as he closes his eyes.

No! No, this can't be! How is he allowing this to happen!? He can't bring harm to me!

Regardless of whatever the magic contract originally stated that has made Serrentuk subservient to the Contarro family for generations, he can't obey any current orders if he doesn't hear them. Nesparu can feel his own throat burning as he continues screaming his orders over and over, trying to get the elven sage to respond before it's too late.

But, he watches in horror as a white flash sweeps out from Zuzia's fist as she launches it forward with speed Nesparu can't even describe. Thunder cracks in the room once more, and blood sprays the wall of the pit behind Serrentuk.

Nesparu can feel the weight of his own family collapsing down around him as one final wave of gate appears, even as the elven sorcerer is dying.

Zuzia is in the middle of shoving Serrentuk into a leather bag, which possesses the magical properties to store items larger than itself similar to the elf's god-given spell. While monsters are attacking the soldiers, and Yaulander is waving his hands trying to coordinate his men, Nesparu is starting to hear sounds again. But, his eyes can't look away from Serrentuk, who manages to support his weight with his staff.

As if to show contempt or spite for the heir to the Contarro family, Serrentuk looks directly at Nesparu, and he smiles with a cold and smug smirk.

The last of his gates fully opens, dumping several more monsters into the room as the elf disappears fully into the bag, closing his eyes one final time.

Zuzia seems to cast some sort of spell that makes the bag disappear, and chaos breaks out as the Gates close.

A draconic, reptilian humanoid has emerged amidst the other creatures, and roaring a mighty roar. But, within a few seconds, its head explodes violently with a shockwave that erupts through the walls of the pit, rattling the chains noisily and obliterating everything behind the apparent half-dragon. The blast horrifies Zuzia as blood jets in every direction in addition to the main blast wave towards the wall, spraying her with copious amounts of crimson liquid.

She stumbles back, only to be hit by a smaller, more mammalian beast exploding more thoroughly in a cloud of pink mist with a thunderous, supersonic crack.

Not sure what's going on, but trusting his instincts, Nesparu sprints to and tackles Yaulander to the ground just in time for another explosion to rupture the pit walls and launch debris past where the Grand Prince was just standing.

Regardless of what happened to Serrentuk, it all comes completely undone if the Grand Prince perishes on this mission.

And, worse than any of that will be if Zuzia manages to escape.

***

Zuzia stumbles back in horror as blood and other insides become outsides all over everything in the base of the pit. The horror and shockwave combined of the gruesome horrors nearly cost her the mission.

The dragon, whose name is Sayrdarralouche appeared as Serrentuk said he would, roaring in mid attack as flames started to appear in his mouth.

That is before he became nothing more than the lower half of his body and a stain across the walls of the mysterious location they're in.

Zuzia is horrified. She successfully carried out her part of the mission, but a being she struck in Serrentuk's supposedly timeless void virtually evaporated.

A dragon.

A particularly nasty dragon that gave an ancient elven sorcerer trouble for centuries.

And, Zuzia vaporized half of its partially-transformed body without even realizing she had done it.

She can't form coherent thoughts, and she's stunned and stumbled by that and the blasts from other similar monsters exploding. The force of Zuzia's own punches is working against her, and she flops backwards into the wall with a noisy 'Crack!' as one of the stones splits from her impact. The brunette slumps to the ground, panting heavily as panic sets in.

Blood and worse are everywhere, and her ears are ringing from her panic attack as much as from the blasts.

She was prepared to kill Serentuk. She agreed to it, reluctantly, and had prepared herself for it.

But, she never once considered that her strikes inside the Gate void would be caught in the timelessness until the beings were freed. That's the only explanation for what she just witnessed.

Zuzia pants frantically as she looks at her own hands, which are splattered with blood as well. She is trapped as adrenaline tingles through her veins, and her heart thunders away, seemingly drowning out everything else that the ringing might not.

She flinches when something falls from above, hitting the floor in front of her with a lightning-like suddenness, and yet, a slowness akin to praying for the minute-hand to reach the next mark.

It is a body, which lands on its back and squirms, barely able to cry out and inaudible to the honey-haired brunette. He is wearing armor, which is partially ripped apart and hanging awkwardly from his body, while blood marks his clothes and face. It feels like an eternity in the eyes of the young Polish woman, but is only seconds in actuality that the man is struggling before his life gives out.

The muffled screams of men shouting orders and crying out in pain for help as monsters of various kinds shriek and roar starts to ooze into Zuzia's consciousness, but her breathing only intensifies. Her panic is fully rooted, and she is frozen on the ground as chaos roars all around her.

What am I doing here!? How did this happen!? I want to go home!

For the moment, not even the immense strength she possesses, nor any of the other gifts that Amalaskae gave her will be of any use on the ground as she is. Yet, she can't think, and she can't drive herself to escape.

She's back to being the same young woman she was on Earth; a Polish hiker with a simple job and a simple hobby. She's not a warrior nor a soldier. She never even had to defend herself in any sort of physical altercation. The closest would have been an unwelcome pinch on her posterior, which was the end of it as quickly as it happened, or a slightly aggressive advance from a stranger, who was discouraged from going any further by the arrival of Zuzia's friends. Even then, it hadn't risen to the level of Zuzia feeling the need to defend herself.

It took everything for her to prepare herself to take Serrentuk's life in order to save him from being used as a tool of evil any longer.

She was ready to kill Sayrdarralouche the dragon because, according to that very same elven sage whom she came to trust, he may as well have been the epitome of pure evil.

She was even ready, or so she thought, to fight her way out.

But, that was before her own hands turned living beings into a near-vapor.

Worse than all of that, she has been drenched in the aftermath in a way her mental preparations for Serrentuk and Sayrdarraloche neglected to account for.

She can even taste iron, and she's fairly certain she didn't bite her own tongue.

This final sensation, as it sinks into her horrified mind, has a visceral response, and she doubles over, retching onto the floor. She has no more cognizance of the world around her. She had a plan, and it has shattered, leaving her alone in the deepest terror of her entire life so far.

Amala… Please help me…

***

Ryukana opens her eyes. As a former World Manager, observing multiple events at the same time is not especially difficult. The only one who ever made it challenging for her is her unintentionally chosen hero, Daniel. Like a mouse hidden in a herd of elephants, his presence is drowned out even further by his own companions and even his children. While not to the same extent as someone like Hekate, Jieka and Tekten have a route open to them to become gifted mages in this world, far surpassing their mothers and even further overshadowing their shared father.

In contrast, Rikuto is easy to keep track of, and Ryukana couldn't help but be hopeful that his sudden new path would overcome or otherwise turn around his overly cautious and even fearful approach to the problems he helped perpetuate.

And, though the violet-haired goddess has no direct responsibility for her, Zuzanna has finally reappeared, and like Rikuto, is easy to observe.

Her struggle has taken a serious turn, though. She has experienced a severe emotional strain due to the overwhelming shock of a strange phenomenon.

Ryukana can guess what the elven sage's unique spell does easily enough. It's virtually identical to void bags after all. But, several of the creatures he released as Zuzia struck him down exploded before her eyes; something very few Earthlings can be prepared for, and fewer still have ever experienced.

Ryukana doesn't quite know what plan Zuzia had for her escape, but it has obviously stalled.

This means the goddess knows exactly what will happen next, and something feels very wrong.

World Managers have a great deal of power, but much of their true influence over a world comes from the Divine Realm itself; tools in simplistic terms which the gods and goddesses subordinate to Chaos and Order can make use of.

Amalaskae is undeniably more powerful than Ryukana with less ability to control that power.

Hekate will likely someday surpass them both.

Ryukana knows what Amalaskae is about to do, likely before her junior even realizes it herself. But, the uneasy feeling Ryukana has echoes what she felt upon Daniel being cursed and losing what little magical power he had gained.

If Ryukana has learned anything from all of the events that led to her current existence, relying too heavily on her power as a goddess was her one true folly.

She is a goddess compared to everyone on Zenkon. But, she is not all powerful.

Ryukana transports herself to the conference room where the inner circle of the Fievegal is currently questioning Rikuto, his knights, and the goblins who captured them.

Klur, the goblin Field Marshal, is in the midst of explaining the booby-trapped carriage that injured several and narrowly avoided becoming a fatal attack.

"... Human-king Rikuto presence cause distraction, and serve to allow enemy ambush. That's how Grendel Six see it. By time situation controlled, trail to blond human lost, your Grace."

"Who gave you permission for this task?" asks Daniel, but he notices Ryukana approaching.

Xyreko answers, "I deployed Grendel Six, your Grace. My golems had the location, and we needed to deploy quickly. There wasn't time to wait on your return."

Daniel nods, asking as he looks away from Ryukana to the golem Prime Minister, "And, where are they now?"

Xyreko looks down. Senn, still hiding her appearance as a Japanese-esque elf named Luna, answers confidently, but respectfully, "There wasn't enough mana remaining to sustain them."

Daniel thinks, and Hekate asks, "What about Eri? We can't leave her unguarded."

"She is safe in castle Mornistae," answers Rikuto, a little perturbed.

The feldrok girl starts to retort a little indignantly, "Your people…" Her big ears perk up, and she looks directly at Ryukana, who was just about to speak.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," apologizes the goddess.

Rikuto murmurs in disbelief, "R-Ryukana…?"

She looks at him briefly before focusing on Daniel and Hekate, with everyone in various states of surprise at seeing her. "Daniel, Zuzia has reappeared, and the situation is urgent. I need to send you there immediately."

"Hold on!" exclaims Geirahoel. "Mukori has been all over the world in the last few days in mortal danger! The rest of us have exhausted our mana. We need at least three days, minimum, to recover…"

"There isn't time, Geirahoel. Daniel has the only tool in existence that can stop what's about to happen." She looks at Daniel, pleading her case. "If what I fear is about to happen takes place, Amalaskae could destroy this world." Ryukana then sinks to a kneel. "Please, Daniel. You need to wield Nemaisol. I don't know what this fear is, but I have to trust…"

Daniel approaches her and kneels, saying softly, "I dare not force a goddess to kneel to me. I'll do it."

"Mukori!" snap the dragons, while the others cry out, "Daniel!"

He scoffs, adding loudly before their objections get more chaotic, "Not alone! Hekate, Neith and Doephluev will go with me. Between their methods of teleportation and Neith's strength, we should be able to escape, regardless of what it is. Kera'tai, Se-uh, Luna, and Mukoris, you'll be the second wave after we have control. The rest of you will be third wave if all of us are stuck and we need non-magic support."

"I'll go as well," declares Rikuto. "This is all my fault." He kneels beside Daniel, finishing his thought, "Please allow me to fight to restore not only my own honor, but that of the Kingdom of Mornistae as well."

Ryukana briefly closes her eyes, thinking for only a moment. She can tell time is about to run out. Amalaskae is already making her move. If there is an ambush waiting for her, then it's imperative that Daniel, specifically, use Nemaisol to try to break the ambush.

"Daniel is the VIP of this mission," declares Ryukana. "To split forces, I will open portals to the outside of the fortress and deliver Daniel to the heart of the fight. If Amalaskae is captured…"

"Neith, take the outside," states Gold. "I will defend or evacuate the Harbinger and any others. Yaulwembor will likely also go with us. Between our Illustrious Fuzzball and Yaulwembor, we'll be fine."

Ryukana looks at the Faormyr, who is glancing unknowingly at anyone who speaks. I see… This one was born without the capability of processing audible language… I can't fix it, but…

Ryukana generates an image of Amalaskae and Zuzia, and she asks, "Daniel, please communicate with Yaulwembor that these are our allies."

Daniel nods, taking the reptilian woman's hand. She looks at him in confusion, and he approaches the two. He gestures at them, and then at the other women of the Fievegal's inner circle, before placing the hand holding hers on his chest. She studies these signals for a moment, and Rikuto growls, "Seriously, Daniel? You're trying to add more women to your harem now of all times?"

The faormyr tilts her eyes, but doesn't turn her head to actually look at Rikuto, listening to his words, but not able to understand them. Daniel replies with a gentle tone, mindful of Yaulwembor's sensitivity to how the words are said, since she lacks comprehension, "If you had any idea of how dangerous this woman is, you would take shortcuts as well. Hekate, can you reassure her as well?"

The feldrok girl wearily walks over, and she smiles as she gestures at the two. Yaulwembor sucks her teeth, before she lets out a huff to the side, similar to dry-spitting.

Hekate states, "She'll cooperate. But, her patience is wearing thin." Hekate points at Ryuogriar. "Ryuo, you have permission to lead the Citadel while me and Doephluev are gone. Don't lose the Citadel while we're gone."

"Don't be gone long enough for me to lose the Citadel," retorts the dragon with a smirk. "Mukori, do not touch anything other than the sword that shall protect you."

Daniel scoffs, nodding. "I don't really have the energy to do anything heroic."

"It's time," states Ryukana grimly. "Please prioritize Amalaskae. I can't stress enough how dire consequences will be if she is allowed or forced to use the full extent of her power."

Daniel carefully grips the hilt of Nemaisol, and Ryukana studies him for a moment.

I have overlooked it for a very long time, Daniel, and I think I've finally figured it out. The only thing more powerful than a god or goddess is a much older god or goddess…

She takes a breath and sighs. I suppose I have no right to ask after all of my blunders, though, do I?

It's unclear if Nemaisol's power of nullification, which managed to work against Ryukana when she tried to rescue Daniel from the Devourer, will be enough to stop Amalaskae, who was inherently created with more power than virtually any world manager before her. Chaos implied there is some plan for this power, but if it ends up being turned against the world of Zenkon, then it would be no different than the absolute reset that Order or Chaos would enact.

That said, Ryukana is asking Daniel, particularly, to face off against something far beyond his scope.

She can only hope that he is up to the task.

***

A/N 1: "Krok po kroku", if my understanding is correct, literally translates to "Step by step", and is commonly used in Polish in similar contexts as "Step by Step" or "One step at a time".

A/N 2: "Jeszcze dwa jutro", similarly, literally translates to "Still two tomorrow", but can also hopefully be taken to mean "Two more tomorrow".

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