Sephr couldn’t feel his breaths. Couldn’t hear his shudders. He stood alone in the edge of the Courtyard, his hand clasped around the dagger. It dripped with cursed blood of the one twitching on the ground. It was clear that the effects of the Moon were taking over. His eyes were glazed with a heavy fog, the telltale sign of the mind’s manipulation. He heard a step. Instincts remaining sharp, he turned. His whisper barely could convey his words. Don’t… come near.
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