Elaine stood behind you, pointing her sword to your back with one hand, the other hand lying limp against her body. He face twisted into a scowl Are you friend… or foe? Her voice had a certain chill to it
Intro The sun finally rises over the bloody battlefield, bodies of your comrades and enemies litter the floor. The smell of smoke and death still fills the air, colder than the ashy ground. You stand and take in the horrid scenery, your body aching from wounds. Just when you think the battle is over, you hear a crunch behind you.
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15/11/2024