His Discarded Luna, Returns with secret Pups
“My long, sad life comes to an end.”
“What’s that smell?” Xavier staggered and fell, a sense of dread creeping over him.
“Burnt Nexorfin,” came the chilling reply, the air thick with its noxious fumes, making it difficult to breathe.
“What?” Xavier gasped, his vision blurring.
“You’re really weak, you’ve lost all sense. You didn’t even realize it until it spread this much,”
Derrick muttered, his voice tinged with regret.
“You feel terrible, right? The Venomixadone