Chapter Twenty-Two
Invidian's POV The corrosive black blood of the revenants eats away at Alexa's walls and floors. Blade lacquered in blood slices the necks of enemies. I've got to hand it to the Revenants for seeming so human when they are in disguise. When they attack every wrinkle, decaying fold presses to the surface, wiping the makeup that conceals their dead faces. Scarred and decaying face tells the gruesome story of who they were when they were mortal. Before their undead life, they probably were like the people in GoldVine. They lived, loved, and were loved by others. They once had hopes and dreams. Their lives could have had a steam of possibilities. Now, under all that makeup and magic, they are unrecognisable from the people they once were. Sallow skin is tight against their skeletal forms. Pal
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