Chapter 258
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FWIP!
"!?!?"
When Harkath reappeared, it was already too late for Omarm to stop his rash attack as a large muscular hand penetrated his outer layer of skin. It drilled through all his defenses before finding itself on the other end of his body!
*Spurt!*
Omarm coughed up a big glob of blood as his reddened face turned ashen; his gaze transformed into one of bewilderment and fear.
"You always were the hotheaded type, Omarm. And for thousands of years, it has helped get you through many tough predicaments. Such as the day you and I met as fledgling spiritualists…" Harkath spun his hand around inside the innards of Omarm as his words leaked into his ears like the deadliest of knives.