The Silver Knight
Maria’s blood was rushing out down her veins. She was sporting her finesse to escape from somebody unknown, running away in a mad velocity from the hound. The pursuers were there a few moments later, following her trail in more sluggish speed than their target. Their armors were embossed with thick and muscular-shaped metal, fully enveloped to the sole feet of their body. It reflects the shining light of the corridor by its silver-tinted surface and carried an overwhelming fragrance of death in one of each pace of their strides. On the other way around, Reginald and Fritz were stretching their line towards the attackers to slay them for good. Their momentum were suffice to the chance, however, since the grand chase was occurred a level up from their position. “Hey, Marion, pitch yourse
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