Azrael's pov The silence of the Iron Hills was not the silence of peace, it was the heavy, suffocating silence of a graveyard that had been freshly filled. I walked through the iron gates, which hung off their hinges like broken limbs. The air was thick with the copper tang of blood and a swirling, chaotic residue of dark magic that felt like static against my skin. Behind me, the sound of rhythmic splashing followed. It was Krug, my goblin servant, hopping through the puddles of gore with a twisted sort of glee. He stopped by a pile of bodies, prodding a fallen guard with the tip of his jagged blade. "Master, master! Look at this one," Krug chirped, his voice excited "Eyes wide open. He saw the shadow coming, yes he did!" "Leave them be, Krug," I said, my voice echoing coldly against the stone walls. "It isn't polite to play with cold bodies. We have a purpose here." Krug tilted his head, a string of drool escaping his thin lips. "Krug is intriged." "Intrigued," I corrected
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