Abyss Cult

The guard walked towards the dying flames of yellow fire, his grin becoming wider. He was obviously gloating over Viscount Dwayne's death. The Viscount who had been said to be a Lycanthrope hunter was now dead. He couldn't even face off a Wolfman despite killing so many. That was pathetic and weak.

He could smell the burning materials in the flames, his eyes shining in delight. He tried sniffing out the Viscount and smiled he caught his scent. But then strangely, he didn't catch any whiff of burnt or charred person. Strange.

He pricked up his ears to listen to any minute sound but there was none. Except for the crackling of the yellow flames, there was no sound. Strange again. Someone was not charred by the blazing flames and yet he was not moving. There was not even the slightest sound of heartbeat.

He was a meter near the flames of fire when he saw someone leap out towards him, his fingers spreading into powerful claws. His eyes narrowed in shock as he knew who the person was. It wa
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