Hellblades
I could tell she felt the foul smell too of sulphur.
“Aziz, what was that?” Pelin cried, her voice trembling. “What the hell just happened?”
“An imitator,” I said, my tone sharp. “A creature of black magic, wearing Emre’s face to lure her. It’s gone now, but we’re not safe here.”
Eren’s eyes were wild, the hellblade still in his hand. “Where’s Emre? Was that call even him?”
“probably not,” I admitted, my gaze flicking to the mill’s shadowed walls. “But this place is cursed. We need to move. I’m taking Manolya to the shop. Meet us there, and bring the weapons master! Tell him it’s me.”
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