The Cursed Chaos

Gathered

The cold wind spun around, it appears as though it was going back and forth. Around 12. am, Doylestown and the group of men went to the woods. That was their hideout.

"It was a fucking simple mission!" Doylestown banged his hand against the wooden table. It was a little house in the forest covered mostly with dry twinges of leaves, and trees encompassing the regions.

Everybody hushed up except the angry breath of Doylestown which was concurrent. He measured his head in his grasp as pricks of sweat submerged on his brow.

"We were engaged" Roman's voice was low. Doylestown raised his head, the kinks on his brow when he frowned at Roman were handily taken note of. "You all are mages likewise, ain't you?".

"He was more grounded" Mark cut in.

Doylestown jeered, "Then what has been going on with you, magma boy?".

Mark shined red, "You can express what you might be thinking but these individuals are from the Magisterium and they're thoroughly prepared and talented with enchantment".

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