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Flaming red eyes appear in front of me for a moment and a deep cackle filled the air. Magic flames of dark black filled the air and engulf me, sweeping me from the room and back to the safety of the hall.
People would try to speak to me, but I could only nod, for my mind was filled with the sound of demonic laughter, and my neck pulsed with the pain of a scar that had never been there before. Perhaps it was a dream
she said, but if so where did this scar come from? The clan thanks Aias, the author of the history, for his outstanding account of the clan's origin. |