THE ROYALLY SCREWED ROGUE
My head turned to my men, telling them to brace themselves but the screams did not erupt from our side.
Loud screams, screams that left even I pale filled the air. A rumble tore through the sky as if in reaction to the screams. The sky darkened, the air turned cold and sour.
The trees turned black, birds falling all around us. My heart drummed with fear. Men with fists I could fight but this, I couldn’t.
The rogue warriors fell on their knees. Their skin turned so red, boils appearing on it. Their mouths were wide open, literally, steam pouring out with blood but it seemed even their blood burned them, pouring out in hot bubbles.
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