A memory of a fight that had taken place a what seemed an age ago.
"No. You're not him."
Close but not quite. Victor didn't seethe with blood magic.
"What do you want."
The procitor had a way of making questions sound like statements.
A memory of a fight that had taken place a what seemed an age ago.
"No. You're not him."
Close but not quite. Victor didn't seethe with blood magic.
"What do you want."
The procitor had a way of making questions sound like statements.