Under The Seeing Moon
Flint Argus Claymorethe trees grew because i bled therei ran away from the huntermurmurs in the forest once humani've got a darkness shining through me
I became flustered, unsure how to proceed.
“Bottom’s up, my boy.”
The glowing light shimmered as it hanged above my head. Before it reached my lips, the chattering flowers shrieked, shaking the ground. Argean’s neck snapped towards the west. My eyes followed his.
“What is it?”
“Be quiet!” he hissed.
Below us, a husky man held an aging, dusty paper. He constantly wiped off the particles, blurring his line of sight. A muffled cough escaped from his mouth.
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