ULTRAMagic Prelude - Chapter 29
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Tusk found himself weaving and dodging amongst a flurry of attacks as he darted across the desert. He was carrying a bundle of scrolls to his friends, having worked up the courage to join them. “STUPID STUPID STUPID! WHAT AM I EVEN DOING!? AIYEE!”
Blood-Wraith peaked his head above a small, obsidian dome. “TEACHER! Over here, hurry!”
He bottom-lined it and made it before a series of shockwaves struck the Lich. Under the dome were also Desislav and Dragoslava. “Hey, guys… What did I miss?”
“Er, not much…” Dragoslava replied, trying to catch her breath. “Vlastimir showed up out of nowhere to give us a breather.”
“Good thing too” Desislav moaned. “That power I absorbed is making me feel like dirt…”
Looking towards the battle, Tusk saw Vlastimir unleashing a barrage of wild sword slashes. “Good lord, his power terrifies me. He’s got some kind of ungodly creature inside of him… As for us, I got a spell set that’ll help!”
The conversation was briefly interrupted by an explosion. “Cool, how does this help us, teacher?” Blood-Wraith inquired.
“It’s a little complicated, but I should be able to channel the Source and weaken the Lich considerably.”
“Sounds good, show us how it works…” Dragoslava said as she unfurled the scrolls.
Back at the battle, Vlastimir was laughing maniacally after having blown a hole in the Lich. “Regeneration!? That won’t do… WICKED DRAGON: SCREAM MACABRE!” His arms formed a grotesque, draconic head that let out a wretched screech. This paralyzed the Lich.
Leif took the opportunity to launch three fireballs that caused loud, fiery explosions on contact. “Well done, Kid!”
Vlastimir laughed. “I got that one from one of my favorite shows!”
“Really? A tad juvenile, but I’ll take it!” Leif then took off and followed up with a divebomb.
The Lich was nothing but a nasty mess of bone and muscle at this point. He roared and growled at anything that moved. This deterioration excited a cathartic pleasure in Vlastimir. He could go all out for once. He was about to have a lot of fun…
“HAHAHA! You’re really rousing my bloodlust…” He remarked as he dodged the Lich’s frenzied strikes. “Wicked Dragon: Stinging Thorns!” A series of vines shot up from the ground and ensnared the Lich. He was then flung up into the air where Leif sent him flying with his tail.
“Vlastimir, Tusk has a spell!” Blood-Wraith called out as the group met up with him.
“A spell? A spell!? Ooh, what kind of spell?”
Tusk took a deep breath and spoke. He was incredibly nervous. “I think we can weaken the Lich. Where’s Deimos?”
“He’s with the Unspeaker, preparing something, '' Dragoslava answered.
“Shoot! Okay, we can still make this work. Desislav, I need an obsidian dagger.”
He groaned a little, but did what he was asked. “Argh, here. Now what?”
“Excellent…” Tusk spoke an incantation, making it glow. “Vlastimir, I need the blood of a dragon. Leif won't do, given his current circumstances.”
“One drop of blood, coming up!” He squeezed his fist, causing a black substance to drip onto the blade. This made it scream and wail.
“Don’t worry, everyone. That was supposed to happen. Now one last thing: Blood, I need you to bless this dagger. You’re the closest thing we got to a divine being right now.”
Blood-Wraith was a little confused. “Wait, what? How do I do that?”
“Put your hand over it and say you approve of the ritual. It’s that simple” Tusk instructed.
“Um… I hereby bless this dagger?” It worked. The weapon let off a brilliant light and hummed afterwards.
Tusk firmly grasped the hilt. “Alright, let’s go!”
The group raced towards the warring primordials, careful not to get caught in the crossfire. Dragoslava and Desislav provided cover fire while Blood-Wraith and Vlastimir dealt with any grunts that popped up. Tusk’s plan was simple: stab the Lich with the dagger. Admittedly this was easier said than done. It would weaken him and give Leif the upper hand. Fear and doubt raced through Tusk’s mind as he ran towards the monstrosity ahead of him. There was one hitch in his plan, but ideally his second spell would fix this issue. Of course he did not tell the others about this last part…
“THIS IS FOR MOTHER!” Tusk shouted as he plunged the dagger into the Lich’s back. The abomination howled in pain as he sent Tusk flying. A sickening crack was heard as his right arm completely detached, turning into roots that embedded themselves inside the Lich. Tusk hit the ground with a thud. “DRAGO! SHOOT HIM! SHOOT HIM NOW!” He screamed as he took a skeleton and began transmuting it into something.
Horrified by what she had just seen, Dragoslava gritted her teeth and loaded a specific clip into Voidcannon. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS BASTARD!” The gun fired a deafening series of bullets that went off in immense, fiery explosions upon contact. She screamed as she pulled the trigger, only stopping when her weapon made the final ping sound. “And that was for Ethor…” she growled.
As Dragoslava began to reload, a screeching, monstrous skeleton came flying at her. She was frozen, unsure what to do. The Lich was barreling at her, her gun was not ready, and she could not metalize her body on account of being worn out. Time moved slowly until Desislav stepped in front of her. It was going to hurt, but he readied an obsidian great hammer for one last strike against the Lich.
“OH NO YOU DON’T! SECOND VERSE, SAME AS THE FIRST!!” The impact was incredible, sounding like a crack of thunder. It sent the Lich flying in the opposite direction with great force, shattering the hammer in the process. “Ouch… I’m going to feel that one in the morning…”
Dragoslava still could not move, but now she was in awe. “You know what? Ethor also had a thing for one-liners…”
“Ha, what a coincidence… argh!” Desislav buckled and fell to his knees.
Tusk approached the two with the others. His lost arm was replaced with a stone one. “You two alright? Also Drago… What was that!? That was amazing!”
“Ha, Explosion Death Cannon Blasts. I made them myself.”
Blood-Wraith smiled. “Well I guess it’s a good thing you didn’t listen to Kresimira…”
“Guys, get moving,” Desislav ordered. “We’ll be fine, we just need to take a break…”
Tusk nodded. “Right. You two stay here. We’ll finish off the Lich!” The three raced off to where the battle had moved.
Victory was in sight as the Lich struggled against Leif. The first thing Tusk did was repeatedly punch the Lich in the face. This was cathartic as his stone hand cracked whatever bone it made contact with. Blood-Wraith was relentless as Verdant Might with Voidborne and did not let up. The two were doing well, but not good enough. Impressed by their fury, Vlastimir prepared a spell that would help all of them. It was a little hard to focus with the ferocity of Leif’s attacks distracting him, but this was to be expected.
Just as Vlastimir was about to finish preparations, a lightning bolt struck the desert, followed by a crack of thunder. Embedded in the ground was a thorny, Zweihander-like sword that Tusk knew all too well. “THANK YOU, EALDHELM!” he said as he drew it.
“Wicked Dragon: Resonance!” Vlastimir called out, summoning a spectral dragon. It roared, causing intense auras to envelope the trio. “Wicked Dragon: Danse Macabre - Rosso Sangue Overture!!”
Vlastimir led his friends in a dance of attacks that the Lich could not stop. Their strikes were methodical and their form was immaculate. Blood-Wraith and Tusk felt the mayhem embrace them, insanity clawing at their minds. What they found in this madness was an unparalleled beauty, however. How could they say no to it asking for their hands? When one attack would miss, another would cover for it. Vlastimir would thrust his blade rhythmically while Tusk would compliment it with his sword. And as for Blood-Wraith, he was able to wield Voidborne with a grace and finesse he could only dream of.
The dance concluded with Vlastimir’s blood piercing the skull, Voidborne impaling the chest, and Tusk having thrust his blade into the Lich’s heart. “Ballo Finito” Vlastimir concluded.
“DEIMOS, NOW! GO FOR IT!” Leif shouted with the utmost urgency. The three immediately backed off, sensing what was coming.
A surge of black energy surrounded by seven orbs plunged into the Lich. What was left of the body convulsed and spasmed violently. Deimos was taking his body back, come Hell or high waters. It was certainly not easy though. Vlad (or what was left of him) fought back violently. He was not just going to give into Deimos. The clash was intense, even manifesting outside the mental realm they fought in. Dragoslava and Desislav had arrived only to see the chaos unfolding before them. With an explosion and triumphant cry, Deimos finally expelled a mass of putrid sludge. He had won.
Before everyone stood a tall, handsome man wearing majestic robes. His eyes were a piercing blue and his long hair was a beautiful ebony. “Ha, still refuse to concede, Vlad?” The sludge gurgled and hissed, rearing up to attack.
“DEIMOS! WATCH OUT!” Blood-Wraith exclaimed.
“Don’t worry, Blood! I got it…” Deimos snapped his fingers, causing glowing chains to entangle the sludge. “Care to do the honors, brother?” He offered after moving everyone a safe distance away.
“WITH PLEASURE! FINAL PROMINENCE: RETRIBUTION!!!”
Leif unleashed a breath of fire so intense that it turned into a giant beam of blinding light. It shook the entire realm, razing everything in its path. Vlad screamed as his existence was annihilated. In a way it was oddly euphoric for him and he finally gave in. Once finished, the only thing that was left was glass from the sand that had been exposed to the intense energy.
After a moment’s pause, the group celebrated and hugged Deimos. “YOU DID IT, UNCLE DEIMOS!” Blood-Wraith cheered
“Haha! No, we all did it!”
Leif roared triumphantly. “BY THE SOURCE, OUR BATTLE IS WON!” He laughed joyfully, relief washing over him one last time.
Tusk collapsed to the ground, feeling exhausted. “Jeez! Only took an arm…”
This remark upset Dragoslava, but it was out of pity. “Tusk! What was that? Badass, but what was that!?”
“Well you see, it was… WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!? Tusk pointed out as a cloud of smoke rose from where Vlad had been.
The group panicked as a howling head began flying at them. Before it could reach them, something stopped it… “Vlad! You think you’re just going to fade from existence and get away with your blasphemy? Haha, NO!!!” The Unspeaker screamed. “BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR, VLAD! YOU JUST MIGHT GET IT!”
What happened next was the single most terrifying thing anyone could witness. The Unspeaker took the remains and began to transmute them. Bright light poured in and coalesced into a shining orb. This then took the shape of a humanoid. It was scared beyond all rational thought as the Unspeaker laughed mercilessly. Everyone else had no idea what to make of this… save for Deimos and Leif. Chills ran up their spines and their blood went ice cold as the process finished.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!” Vlad shrieked in terror.
The Unspeaker had the most evil grin on his twisted face. “The Prima Materia, Vlad. It’s what you came here for, isn’t it? ISN’T IT?!?! Of course this doesn’t come without a price…” A portal opened up as Vlad screamed as loud as he could. “BON VOYAGE, VLAD! A LIFE OF FAILURE AWAITS YOU!” He cast the soul into the portal with no remorse. It closed with the screams being abruptly cut off, followed by an eerie silence. Once all was said and done, the Unspeaker cleared his throat, straightened his tie, and smoothed out his hair. “Ahem, I’m sorry that all of you had to see me like that…” with a snap of his fingers, everyone was brought back to the Dark Grand City.
Deimos swallowed hard. “Guys? Let this be a lesson to never anger an astral entity…”
Blood-Wraith nodded, scared out of his mind. “Noted, definitely noted…” He then turned around. “Leif!? What’s happening to you?” His friend was beginning to emanate light, as if he was fading away.
“Oh, that’s just the start of my reincarnation. Don’t worry, this won’t happen immediately. We’ll have more than enough time to say goodbye.”
“Aw, Leif…” Blood-Wraith lamented as he hugged his leg.”
Leif chuckled. “There, there Blood. There, there…”
“I guess it really is the end of the journey, isn’t it?” Deislav remarked.
“Unfortunately.”
“OH! Before you leave! What’s the name of that one demon I told you about? So I can find him easier…”
Everyone laughed. “Heinrik Rofocale,” Leif answered. “Don’t worry, you two will cross paths again in the future.”
The Unspeaker clapped. “Well since we have some time, how about a quick feast? You certainly deserve a last meal before you go, Dragon of Old,” he proposed.
“That would be most excellent. Thank you, Unspeaker.”
“Ha, hey! I should be the one thanking you for dealing with that pest!”
Vlastimir gently removed Blood-Wraith from Leif’s leg. “Well I’m starving. What about you, Blood?”
“Yeah, a meal would be good…” Blood-Wraith conceded, not admitting how bitter-sweet it was going to be.
Next: Chapter 30
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
Tusk found himself weaving and dodging amongst a flurry of attacks as he darted across the desert. He was carrying a bundle of scrolls to his friends, having worked up the courage to join them. “STUPID STUPID STUPID! WHAT AM I EVEN DOING!? AIYEE!”
Blood-Wraith peaked his head above a small, obsidian dome. “TEACHER! Over here, hurry!”
He bottom-lined it and made it before a series of shockwaves struck the Lich. Under the dome were also Desislav and Dragoslava. “Hey, guys… What did I miss?”
“Er, not much…” Dragoslava replied, trying to catch her breath. “Vlastimir showed up out of nowhere to give us a breather.”
“Good thing too” Desislav moaned. “That power I absorbed is making me feel like dirt…”
Looking towards the battle, Tusk saw Vlastimir unleashing a barrage of wild sword slashes. “Good lord, his power terrifies me. He’s got some kind of ungodly creature inside of him… As for us, I got a spell set that’ll help!”
The conversation was briefly interrupted by an explosion. “Cool, how does this help us, teacher?” Blood-Wraith inquired.
“It’s a little complicated, but I should be able to channel the Source and weaken the Lich considerably.”
“Sounds good, show us how it works…” Dragoslava said as she unfurled the scrolls.
Back at the battle, Vlastimir was laughing maniacally after having blown a hole in the Lich. “Regeneration!? That won’t do… WICKED DRAGON: SCREAM MACABRE!” His arms formed a grotesque, draconic head that let out a wretched screech. This paralyzed the Lich.
Leif took the opportunity to launch three fireballs that caused loud, fiery explosions on contact. “Well done, Kid!”
Vlastimir laughed. “I got that one from one of my favorite shows!”
“Really? A tad juvenile, but I’ll take it!” Leif then took off and followed up with a divebomb.
The Lich was nothing but a nasty mess of bone and muscle at this point. He roared and growled at anything that moved. This deterioration excited a cathartic pleasure in Vlastimir. He could go all out for once. He was about to have a lot of fun…
“HAHAHA! You’re really rousing my bloodlust…” He remarked as he dodged the Lich’s frenzied strikes. “Wicked Dragon: Stinging Thorns!” A series of vines shot up from the ground and ensnared the Lich. He was then flung up into the air where Leif sent him flying with his tail.
“Vlastimir, Tusk has a spell!” Blood-Wraith called out as the group met up with him.
“A spell? A spell!? Ooh, what kind of spell?”
Tusk took a deep breath and spoke. He was incredibly nervous. “I think we can weaken the Lich. Where’s Deimos?”
“He’s with the Unspeaker, preparing something, '' Dragoslava answered.
“Shoot! Okay, we can still make this work. Desislav, I need an obsidian dagger.”
He groaned a little, but did what he was asked. “Argh, here. Now what?”
“Excellent…” Tusk spoke an incantation, making it glow. “Vlastimir, I need the blood of a dragon. Leif won't do, given his current circumstances.”
“One drop of blood, coming up!” He squeezed his fist, causing a black substance to drip onto the blade. This made it scream and wail.
“Don’t worry, everyone. That was supposed to happen. Now one last thing: Blood, I need you to bless this dagger. You’re the closest thing we got to a divine being right now.”
Blood-Wraith was a little confused. “Wait, what? How do I do that?”
“Put your hand over it and say you approve of the ritual. It’s that simple” Tusk instructed.
“Um… I hereby bless this dagger?” It worked. The weapon let off a brilliant light and hummed afterwards.
Tusk firmly grasped the hilt. “Alright, let’s go!”
The group raced towards the warring primordials, careful not to get caught in the crossfire. Dragoslava and Desislav provided cover fire while Blood-Wraith and Vlastimir dealt with any grunts that popped up. Tusk’s plan was simple: stab the Lich with the dagger. Admittedly this was easier said than done. It would weaken him and give Leif the upper hand. Fear and doubt raced through Tusk’s mind as he ran towards the monstrosity ahead of him. There was one hitch in his plan, but ideally his second spell would fix this issue. Of course he did not tell the others about this last part…
“THIS IS FOR MOTHER!” Tusk shouted as he plunged the dagger into the Lich’s back. The abomination howled in pain as he sent Tusk flying. A sickening crack was heard as his right arm completely detached, turning into roots that embedded themselves inside the Lich. Tusk hit the ground with a thud. “DRAGO! SHOOT HIM! SHOOT HIM NOW!” He screamed as he took a skeleton and began transmuting it into something.
Horrified by what she had just seen, Dragoslava gritted her teeth and loaded a specific clip into Voidcannon. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS BASTARD!” The gun fired a deafening series of bullets that went off in immense, fiery explosions upon contact. She screamed as she pulled the trigger, only stopping when her weapon made the final ping sound. “And that was for Ethor…” she growled.
As Dragoslava began to reload, a screeching, monstrous skeleton came flying at her. She was frozen, unsure what to do. The Lich was barreling at her, her gun was not ready, and she could not metalize her body on account of being worn out. Time moved slowly until Desislav stepped in front of her. It was going to hurt, but he readied an obsidian great hammer for one last strike against the Lich.
“OH NO YOU DON’T! SECOND VERSE, SAME AS THE FIRST!!” The impact was incredible, sounding like a crack of thunder. It sent the Lich flying in the opposite direction with great force, shattering the hammer in the process. “Ouch… I’m going to feel that one in the morning…”
Dragoslava still could not move, but now she was in awe. “You know what? Ethor also had a thing for one-liners…”
“Ha, what a coincidence… argh!” Desislav buckled and fell to his knees.
Tusk approached the two with the others. His lost arm was replaced with a stone one. “You two alright? Also Drago… What was that!? That was amazing!”
“Ha, Explosion Death Cannon Blasts. I made them myself.”
Blood-Wraith smiled. “Well I guess it’s a good thing you didn’t listen to Kresimira…”
“Guys, get moving,” Desislav ordered. “We’ll be fine, we just need to take a break…”
Tusk nodded. “Right. You two stay here. We’ll finish off the Lich!” The three raced off to where the battle had moved.
Victory was in sight as the Lich struggled against Leif. The first thing Tusk did was repeatedly punch the Lich in the face. This was cathartic as his stone hand cracked whatever bone it made contact with. Blood-Wraith was relentless as Verdant Might with Voidborne and did not let up. The two were doing well, but not good enough. Impressed by their fury, Vlastimir prepared a spell that would help all of them. It was a little hard to focus with the ferocity of Leif’s attacks distracting him, but this was to be expected.
Just as Vlastimir was about to finish preparations, a lightning bolt struck the desert, followed by a crack of thunder. Embedded in the ground was a thorny, Zweihander-like sword that Tusk knew all too well. “THANK YOU, EALDHELM!” he said as he drew it.
“Wicked Dragon: Resonance!” Vlastimir called out, summoning a spectral dragon. It roared, causing intense auras to envelope the trio. “Wicked Dragon: Danse Macabre - Rosso Sangue Overture!!”
Vlastimir led his friends in a dance of attacks that the Lich could not stop. Their strikes were methodical and their form was immaculate. Blood-Wraith and Tusk felt the mayhem embrace them, insanity clawing at their minds. What they found in this madness was an unparalleled beauty, however. How could they say no to it asking for their hands? When one attack would miss, another would cover for it. Vlastimir would thrust his blade rhythmically while Tusk would compliment it with his sword. And as for Blood-Wraith, he was able to wield Voidborne with a grace and finesse he could only dream of.
The dance concluded with Vlastimir’s blood piercing the skull, Voidborne impaling the chest, and Tusk having thrust his blade into the Lich’s heart. “Ballo Finito” Vlastimir concluded.
“DEIMOS, NOW! GO FOR IT!” Leif shouted with the utmost urgency. The three immediately backed off, sensing what was coming.
A surge of black energy surrounded by seven orbs plunged into the Lich. What was left of the body convulsed and spasmed violently. Deimos was taking his body back, come Hell or high waters. It was certainly not easy though. Vlad (or what was left of him) fought back violently. He was not just going to give into Deimos. The clash was intense, even manifesting outside the mental realm they fought in. Dragoslava and Desislav had arrived only to see the chaos unfolding before them. With an explosion and triumphant cry, Deimos finally expelled a mass of putrid sludge. He had won.
Before everyone stood a tall, handsome man wearing majestic robes. His eyes were a piercing blue and his long hair was a beautiful ebony. “Ha, still refuse to concede, Vlad?” The sludge gurgled and hissed, rearing up to attack.
“DEIMOS! WATCH OUT!” Blood-Wraith exclaimed.
“Don’t worry, Blood! I got it…” Deimos snapped his fingers, causing glowing chains to entangle the sludge. “Care to do the honors, brother?” He offered after moving everyone a safe distance away.
“WITH PLEASURE! FINAL PROMINENCE: RETRIBUTION!!!”
Leif unleashed a breath of fire so intense that it turned into a giant beam of blinding light. It shook the entire realm, razing everything in its path. Vlad screamed as his existence was annihilated. In a way it was oddly euphoric for him and he finally gave in. Once finished, the only thing that was left was glass from the sand that had been exposed to the intense energy.
After a moment’s pause, the group celebrated and hugged Deimos. “YOU DID IT, UNCLE DEIMOS!” Blood-Wraith cheered
“Haha! No, we all did it!”
Leif roared triumphantly. “BY THE SOURCE, OUR BATTLE IS WON!” He laughed joyfully, relief washing over him one last time.
Tusk collapsed to the ground, feeling exhausted. “Jeez! Only took an arm…”
This remark upset Dragoslava, but it was out of pity. “Tusk! What was that? Badass, but what was that!?”
“Well you see, it was… WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!? Tusk pointed out as a cloud of smoke rose from where Vlad had been.
The group panicked as a howling head began flying at them. Before it could reach them, something stopped it… “Vlad! You think you’re just going to fade from existence and get away with your blasphemy? Haha, NO!!!” The Unspeaker screamed. “BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR, VLAD! YOU JUST MIGHT GET IT!”
What happened next was the single most terrifying thing anyone could witness. The Unspeaker took the remains and began to transmute them. Bright light poured in and coalesced into a shining orb. This then took the shape of a humanoid. It was scared beyond all rational thought as the Unspeaker laughed mercilessly. Everyone else had no idea what to make of this… save for Deimos and Leif. Chills ran up their spines and their blood went ice cold as the process finished.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!” Vlad shrieked in terror.
The Unspeaker had the most evil grin on his twisted face. “The Prima Materia, Vlad. It’s what you came here for, isn’t it? ISN’T IT?!?! Of course this doesn’t come without a price…” A portal opened up as Vlad screamed as loud as he could. “BON VOYAGE, VLAD! A LIFE OF FAILURE AWAITS YOU!” He cast the soul into the portal with no remorse. It closed with the screams being abruptly cut off, followed by an eerie silence. Once all was said and done, the Unspeaker cleared his throat, straightened his tie, and smoothed out his hair. “Ahem, I’m sorry that all of you had to see me like that…” with a snap of his fingers, everyone was brought back to the Dark Grand City.
Deimos swallowed hard. “Guys? Let this be a lesson to never anger an astral entity…”
Blood-Wraith nodded, scared out of his mind. “Noted, definitely noted…” He then turned around. “Leif!? What’s happening to you?” His friend was beginning to emanate light, as if he was fading away.
“Oh, that’s just the start of my reincarnation. Don’t worry, this won’t happen immediately. We’ll have more than enough time to say goodbye.”
“Aw, Leif…” Blood-Wraith lamented as he hugged his leg.”
Leif chuckled. “There, there Blood. There, there…”
“I guess it really is the end of the journey, isn’t it?” Deislav remarked.
“Unfortunately.”
“OH! Before you leave! What’s the name of that one demon I told you about? So I can find him easier…”
Everyone laughed. “Heinrik Rofocale,” Leif answered. “Don’t worry, you two will cross paths again in the future.”
The Unspeaker clapped. “Well since we have some time, how about a quick feast? You certainly deserve a last meal before you go, Dragon of Old,” he proposed.
“That would be most excellent. Thank you, Unspeaker.”
“Ha, hey! I should be the one thanking you for dealing with that pest!”
Vlastimir gently removed Blood-Wraith from Leif’s leg. “Well I’m starving. What about you, Blood?”
“Yeah, a meal would be good…” Blood-Wraith conceded, not admitting how bitter-sweet it was going to be.
Next: Chapter 30
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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