Chapter 119 He Ripped Its Head Off

The heavy, jagged iron blade of the executioner’s sword was buried completely up to its rusted hilt in Wex Laith’s chest.

"Wex!" I screamed, the sound tearing my throat to bloody ribbons.

I lay broken against the freezing bedrock wall, my vision swimming in sickening waves. The sharp, metallic tas...

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