chapter 78
The man who inspired fear amongst Leveler and Monster alike strode down the road to his town. He narrowed his one eye as he approached, he could already sense something was amiss. The town gates were open, no guards, no people, discarded personal effects lying on the road as though the owners had fled in a hurry. His suspicions were reflected in the hound trotting at his side, an enormous Hellhound, a brutal looking thing similar in appearance to a doberman but more violent, more savage, its teeth larger, serrated, its eyes red, its fur red. The Hellhound radiated an abyssal hellishness, a sulfuric cruelty that made it clear it was not of this world. It scented the air, watching their surroundings carefully, waiting for an attack. But none came, they were alone. "Erin." he gravelled, r
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