Hellblades
The air shifted, thickening with a swirling purple haze.
Toxic fumes wafted through the arena, burning my lungs and forcing a cough out of me despite my attempts to hold my breath.
“Found you!” Virgo laughed.
We staggered backward, trying to distance ourselves from the pools and the suffocating fog.
And there it was, the toxic fumes, now Virgo had me in her grip.
“You wear a blade like it’s divine justice. But justice demands purity. And you, Manolya, are filthy with blood. When you killed her, it only stained you deeper. You’ve already damned yourself.”
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