Chapter 2-
Alex: One year was well spent within pergatory, training and crafting weapons of his own, preparing for his next attack, for which he never could have guessed would be so soon. His now weapon of choice being twin blades, each made from Alex's own hands. The hilt and handles both crafted from light weight yet sturdy wood, and it being sealed and polished by tree sap from the very same trees, and his own blood. Giving the handles a reddish black tint and a personal feel to him. The blade section crafted out of pure hardened bone, scavenged from the corpses of the dead. Sharpened to a point and also given the same reddish black tint. He knew the forest well, nothing could ever come in or out without his knowing.
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The Showdown
FantastikWhen these two brothers, down two paths of corruption meet, hell will stand at attention.
