Fearcrow
“W-W-What is this?” Drazen’s eyes were wide, his face even paler than normal, his pupils darting left and right. “W-Where am I?” Wherever Drazen looked, it was pitch black. The duke slashed his sword around, attempting to cut the darkness, only for the darkness to become still. Drazen remembered killing the human, he remembered the sword biting into that bastard’s neck. Yet he remembered feeling resistance, the feeling of biting into something other than flesh. It felt like… Straw. “CAW! CAW!” Crows suddenly emerged from the darkness, swirling around the duke like vultures circling a carcass. “Crows? What are crows doing here?” Duke Drazen watched the circling crows warily, his sword gripped tight. “Hehehe! Look who decided to drop by?” A chilly cackle sounded all around, Draze
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