Mortal Runes: Sanxi's Supernatural System

EPISODE ELEVEN

E A R T H R E A L M

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The middle-aged man in pressed black suit looked around in the crowd he found himself in anticipation to meet up with an old time acquaintance. Maybe more of an ex boss. The sound of the joyful crowd stopped him from being completely disentangled from his environment. He was almost drowning in his thoughts as he walked amid these random American citizens that seemed to be parading the street in celebration of the 4th day of July.

An African American with a tattoo of a python peeking out through the collar of his white shirt and extending itself all the way to the back of his left ear. His hair was properly cut, and it had this amazing waves at the front of it that would charm anyone. It took him so much time and effort to be able to look this way after the fatal accident he had a year ago, but still his efforts could do nothing to conceal the scar which ran all the way from above his right eyebrow, slanting across his nasal