Craver, undeterred by the bloodstains on his tuxedo coat, ripped it off and threw it to the forest floor. Troxil, eyeing his worn and chipped axe, recognized the toll the battle had taken on his trusted weapon. With a resigned nod, he tossed it aside, the thud resonating through the clearing.
Astral Dogma
Fantasy ¡ TheBlackstar
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