Fifteenth MistCreatures of the Mist
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##### Fifteenth Mist #####
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The rain falls as dark features. It must mean the Capital of Evil.
I put both of my palms in the sides of Carvel’s face as he trembles on the chair. His milky blonde hair start sticking on his face because of so much sweating, and his light skin eventually turns paler and paler because of fear that is running through his veins. I’m sure he knows what I’m about to do, and there is no escaping from it. Soon, the trembling disappears, leaving only a silent obedient in him. His set of gemstones of unnatural dark blue eyes is still open, but quite.
A dark brink of ink appears from the center of his eyes. The ink is contagious, and will stain anything that it meets until ev
