There stood a superhuman form heavily clad in battle armour, the massive musculature of his body could still be seen from under all the armour and the curious bulge of his belly gave testimony of a ruthless appetite. But the most significant of his features were two horns, like that of a half matured ram, protruding from his forehead and a single left wing like that of a ravens. The very presence of his being seemed to pry at the psyche of his antagonists inducing a paralysing sensation and Thier minds tend to slowly slip away from reality. Realising the magnitude of the situation the Arch priest cast a Powerful binding spell to at least give his underlings a chance to escape. But since he was using his avatar rather than his real body the spell was not as effective. The mortals, in shock, gazed upon a Spectre of the past.
Fingers move to make a fist then slowly relax. The arm on the bedside raising it towards oxygen mask, grabbing it as his eyes open for the first time in months.
Dell his sad and melancholy memory of the young woman, who made her cry every night, until dawn, in a corner of her apartment, because she was not one more, she was not soulless anymore of her kind, remembering it generated her a lump in his throat so huge that he could not get rid of it, a sour taste in his mouth that was hard to get rid of
lisa :"sosial media, karena cewe-cewe disana itu memposting kamu sedang makan disini, kamu sekarang orang terpandang terkaya di Indonesia ini jadi ketika kamu keluar itu sangat cepat berita mengalir"
constanly ends words with an s instead of ed sometimes multiple times in the same paragraph, making the entire first chapter feel incredibly difficult to read as if written by a 5 yr old.
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