Crawl
He drags his body across the floor, chest thumping and focus waining. His body gives a final shudder before falling to the ground and leaving him in a puddle of his own blood, the iron of his soul. "What have you done to me?" The shattered voice begs, only go be met with a mocking laugh "you did this to yourself child, you will rot here, a mangled mess and my disciples will feed on your carcass."The final remnants of his stomach are mixed with his blood as his body tries to rid itself of poisons. It is no use. Nothing will save him now.
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