Chapter 102 Not the man I used to know.

When I opened my eyes again, the darkness in the air had grown thicker. I looked around slowly, my neck stiff and aching with every turn.

"Dracleon," I called out his name, but my throat felt dry and raw, the word scraping out more as a rasp than a shout.

The air smelled like blood and death, thic...

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