Torn From The Bond
During the cold, the girl let out a loud cry, and I held her tightly against my chest.
“Take them,” I barked. “Now.”
We vanished into the night.
Old blood and new ambition emanated from the underground temple.
Hundreds of the Death Pack, which were full of cursed wolves with unnaturally bright eyes and covered in darkness, had Dante waiting at the altar. He resembled a shadowy king, sweating on his hair and having veins that were black from the dark beer he had consumed at this time.
He expressed his gleeful approval, saying "You did it."
“Don't act surprised.”
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