Two men shrouded in darkness strode through the remains of a campsite. Tents ripped to pieces. Coals strewn across the dirt, hints of heat lingering within. The defining feature had to be the remains decorating the ground with streaks of red and organs. The smell didn’t bother either of them. One had no perception of smell, and the other had grown numb to it all.

The dark lord felt comfortable inside Ruvan's body. It fit him like a second skin.

“Make sure I'm not disturbed while I bring new life to these unfortunate travelers.”

Dark knight Feno pounded a fist to his chest and said, “Yes, sir.”

Ruvan let his aura swell and encompass the dead. Shadows drifted like smoke dragging the bodies, stuffing their insides back inside, and reattaching limb...

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