Chapter 4 : Fate Always Loves to Joke
It was at the very moment the gray-robed man turned around that a pale white wooden spear pierced through his skull, nailing him to the ground. Ethereal white flames scorched…
It was at the very moment the gray-robed man turned around that a pale white wooden spear pierced through his skull, nailing him to the ground. Ethereal white flames scorched…