The Great Devouring

Moved the pieces of wood off his body, lay flat on the ground, and began checking himself over.,"Such a ruthless move, striking the heart with a single palm. If I hadn't possessed him, he would have died without a doubt. Who could want to kill him and set such a trap",Black gas constantly churned and shifted, eventually transforming into streaks of pitch-black text. Ancient and weathered, it was imbued with the weight of time.。