172. TWO AGAINST TWO
NARRATOR
Aldric’s muscular arms locked in a test of strength against Khalum’s.
Their paws sank into the ground, but neither gave in, snarling like beasts, biting at each other hard enough to tear off flesh.
Khalum stood still, trapped under Grandpa’s assault, and felt the danger looming above his head.
Silas leapt into the air, mist swirling around him, half his face covered in cursed runes, his expression deadly...
Gripping the scythe over his head like a true messenger of death.
His black clo