Death Wind

Buratia, Northern Continents, Earth

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Pride jumped from where he stood right before the vines curled up on him. He was so light with his feet. A boy with a young body could jump so high that the rules of gravity did not exist anymore. He landed on a faraway tree. They followed suit.

He was vulnerable. But something was bothering the Death Harbinger. He could not sense the Demonic presence in Pride. But he could feel the searing and treacherous aura that lurked on the Demon Lord.

His barefoot endured the bite of ice-cold snow that mantled the tree branches. Pride liked the cold. Arrows flew past him as he evaded the shots from Davyd. Every arrow whistled as it pierced through the thick heavy air and as they landed from afar, explosions emerged like grenades, decimating an old tree.