By Shadows
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- Votos 14
- Capítulos 4
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Última atualização sex, out 13, 2017
Ammryn called upon the magic innate to his kin, blue fires danced in his eyes and a bright light blinded the foul creature for just a second, but that was all Ammryn needed. A stream of black blood flowed out of its neck, and it hit the ground with a thunk. The remaining orc found what he was looking for and held up a sword that glowed light blue. Ammryn's hair stood up as he felt the disturbance of magic through his body.
If you like fantasy with a bit of dark fantasy involved, this book is for you!
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