Third Person POV:
He stepped off the floating linen boat and onto Woodland grounds. The man stepped over the bodies, broken cobble crunching underneath his shoe. A broken voice of an older man to his left pleaded for help, raising his wrinkly, weak arm towards the man. He sneered at the old man who laid in a puddle of his own blood, kicking the old man's head with his shoe harshly. His head, like a ragdoll, toppled over, seemingly unconscious.
The man stepped over the old man's body, observing others and the blood stained dirt paths. The man wore black. In other words, he was the man in black — the black figure. He had been the one to cause this all. "If Jschlatt can't have the crown, no one can." He took down his black hood to reveal short, blond hair. Taking off his mask, any conscious citizen could see his pale face and blue eyes — Lucas.
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'~WARSICK: Behind The Mask~' Jefhalo Edition-Book 2
FantasyWith Jschlatt gone, who everyone assumed would be forever, life was peaceful, for a while at least. That peaceful lifestyle had then been shattered when someone that was supposed to be dead returned. They were incognito so no one truly quite knew wh...
