Chapter-HundredTwenty Nine, Blood To My Hands

Deadly Tree’s POV (Part One) 

Blood coated my hands.

Warm.

Fresh.

Beautiful.

The screams of demons echoed throughout the battlefield like music crafted purely for my entertainment while bodies collapsed around my feet one after another. Black smoke filled the crimson sky above the underworld as...

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