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TENSION: WHISPERS OF DARKNESS
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
last update Last Updated: 2023-08-19 07:41:41

A surge of relief washed over Lord Mordian as he realized that his son's head was not among the macabre display before him.

His shoulders sagged slightly, and a heavy breath escaped his lips, mingling with the cool night air.

Yet, despite the initial wave of relief, a lingering tension remained, gnawing at the edges of his consciousness.

His mind was a tempest of conflicting emotions, a torrent of thoughts that tugged at his heart and mind.

As the soldiers stood by his side, their torches flickering in the night, Lord Mordian's gaze remained fixed on the severed heads.

"Were could Danios be?" he wondered, his voice a mere whisper against the backdrop of his racing thoughts. The question echoed in his mind, the uncertainty gnawing at his resolve.

His eyes flicked to the horizon, as if searching for a sign, a glimpse of hope. The darkness that stretched beyond the fortress walls seemed to hold a multitude of secrets, each more chilling than the last.

"Did they kill him without severi
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