Croaks, Strangers ...
“And neither did the countless children you experimented on.” They retort blandly. “An eye for an eye. And besides, you did a terrible job at hiding them.” Nerman looks at the blue haired figure with hatred in his eyes. “What?” They scoff. “You really thought you could escape the judgment of the Guardians?” They smile sweetly. “I’m sorry to say that your time with the living is long overdue. It is time to meet Helma now.” They said, their arms spread. Nerman lets out a war cry and surges forward, a dagger in hand. He suddenly pauses, standing still and unable to move immediately the blue haired woman fisted her hand. “Wha-?!” He says weakly. He struggles to move, his attempts fruitlessly. “Do you know the wonderful thing about water, Mage Nerman?” The woman begins, a soft smile on h
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