Evander Levine lay on the brink of death, his body weak, wracked with agony as the Shadow Realm consumed him. His stolen soul left him hollow, barely clinging to life. Through blurred vision, he saw a figure approach and forced out a whisper “Please… help me…” His fingers twitched “They took my soul…I-I-I can’t breathe…” Pain ripped through him “It hurts so bad….” His strength was fading fast
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