Chapter 20 ~ Whispers

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• The Guardian •

My eyes snapped open. The fiery orange glow sliced in the darkness of the cave.

... A challenger... The voices whispered.

"Who?" My powerful voice echoed in the shadows.

... A princess... I grinned. A princess was no match against my strength. ... And...

I perked up. Someone else?

... A sorceress... My eyes burned in hate. A sorceress had doomed me to this fate. I had developed a strong dislike to all Magic.

... They have found your offspring... The voices' whispers hissed.

"Lintu?" I gasped. "They won't be a match for it. They won't survive the Deadlands."

I grinned and blasted flame on the walls, illuminating the piles of skeletons.

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