And the Curtain Opens...
“What are ya doin’ old man?” Wheeze demanded, eyes locked on the weapon in the elderly Druid’s hand. He started side-stepping away from Samuel, putting distance between the two and slinking around to try and force Skelly to switch his attention between the two. “Ya betrayed us! Ya killed Needles!” Skelly threw his head back and cackled. “Indeed I did, his blood was a marvelous offering to Mother!” He calmed, his smile wicked and sharp as he whispered the next part, hoarse and loud. “Just like your blood will, soon enough!” Samuel didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all. He didn’t know what Skelly was doing and had only ever seen the man use one skill. His Anti-Life Shell hadn’t done much other than drive that swarm of rats away, but if the man was responsible for everything he’d see
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