"I guess it's three versus one, shall we go to the arena now?" His eyes felt no remorse, he made a student bleed out. Normally, that would have made a normal person scared, hurting another human was morally wrong. Staxius didn't care, anyone who stood in his way had to die. He cared not if a man or woman died by his hands, he had already slain far than he could count.
The Wielder of Death Magic
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