Prenso's Shadow Walker stood quietly on his shoulder, with knife-like eyes in his pupils, shining with the light representing divinity.
Shaw needs time to burn. Yes, he held the scepter tightly, and the spell was sung from his mouth one by one. Life is being sucked out of his body bit by bit, and his time is running out.
His slender pale left hand pressed down the doomsday book, and a strong black light penetrated through the rolling clouds. ...
The earthquake shook and the wave of death gripped everyone's throat like a powerful hand on the battlefield;
Silence, dead silence ...