chapter 84
The Ranker seemed to hesitate, then he muttered, "Worth the cost." A gauntleted fist came up and his index and thumb moved toward his face, or more specifically the black and silver eyepatch. He touched at it, then drawing in a breath, he lifted it away. Teeth, sharp needle-like teeth, reddened flesh, a disturbing mouth, that was what was behind the patch, a demonic mouth in his eye socket which contained a hellish swirling green Fel Fire. A very very dense Fel Fire. Rain furrowed his brow, his animal instinct was warning him to be wary, this wasn't normal, the Ranker had done something to himself even the Ranker himself was hesitant to touch. He wasn't about to let him use it. He darted forward, the lake of Imp bits tearing up around his feet as he lunged for the Ranker, scythes reach
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