"BOOM!" and the kill festival had officially been launched.
"Who are you? You are not Neon Killoran." A tiny divine sense tried to reach me. What a sharp old man.
I never expected my newly acquired toy soldier to panic but even as he was dragged like a puppet on the gallows,
Nicholas still retained a calmness befitting someone who had seen much of what the world has to offer.
A trait commendable for a mortal. Though not rare, still, this old man would be a worthy general by my side.
Not like i can't find anywhere else's but what was the use of looking into the far horizon when the specks of dust beneath my feet was readily available for my purposes.
"You are a good blade, Nicholas. Please just do that right now and you can talk all you want later." i replied with no words wasted
