Chapter 7: Who doesn’t want to use air conditioning?
“Who’s there?!” Julius’s sword tip suddenly swiveled toward the treetops, the swift movement stirring a rush of wind. Though Helos’s voice was as soft as a falling leaf, his years…
“Who’s there?!” Julius’s sword tip suddenly swiveled toward the treetops, the swift movement stirring a rush of wind. Though Helos’s voice was as soft as a falling leaf, his years…