Chapter 32: The Hero Is on Horseback, Rushing Here
Lania was fighting. The furious, savage giant scythe in her hands was as docile as a lamb; each swing resembled a peerless dancer’s graceful twirl of a purple skirt, lightly…
Lania was fighting. The furious, savage giant scythe in her hands was as docile as a lamb; each swing resembled a peerless dancer’s graceful twirl of a purple skirt, lightly…