We found ourselves on a desolate cobblestone street, my heart pounding with anxiety. We had been followed from the inn, and whoever was pursuing us was extremely skilled.
"Call your scythe. We have at least five reapers coming our way," I said firmly, extending my hand to summon my scythe. Seth did the same, and to my astonishment, black smoke billowed around him, wrapping him in a dark cloak.
"Damn," I muttered, impressed. He grinned slightly and gestured towards the approaching reapers.
"Should we stay and fight or disappear and hide somewhere?" I asked curiously. Seth scrunched his mouth in thought and lifted his scythe.
"I have this strange feeling that the reapers coming towards us are disobedient. Why do I care and feel that way?" he asked. I got into my fighting stance and gri
