Season3 Runaway Breeder of the Dark King
Fire. Smoke. Howls of desperation.
Thousands of bodies were under me, and I could sense no hope in the air.
And there he was, standing on top of the pile of corpses, coated in blood.
His body was as still as a statue; his face was emotionless, almost no different than those of the dead on the ground below him.
Then he saw me.
I watched light gather in his dark eyes and life seemed to return to him. Slowly, his lips parted into a stunning smile that outshined the starry night sky.
He reached out his hand. “Come to me,” he whispered.
My legs moved toward him as if they had a will of their own.
But I was well aware that every step I took was one step closer to my own eternal death.
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