Umbra Regalia
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Galenoir stumbled backwards, spitting out a small amount of blood. He had bit his tongue. "You little shit, I'm giving you an opportunity...! You want prey, you've got it!" Gale outstretched his hand towards Revnoir. "Try him! It's a win-win situation. For me, of course... But either way, you get some entertainment out of it. I see if Revnoir's strong enough, and you die. Come on, fuck him up! Just try!"
Revnoir looked unsure just by the way he was shaking and clawing at the tight cloth around his eyes. It had been sewn into his face, so it wouldn't be going anywhere. The blood kept dripping down his face, hinting that his eyes wouldn't be used for a while.
Revnoir looked unsure just by the way he was shaking and clawing at the tight cloth around his eyes. It had been sewn into his face, so it wouldn't be going anywhere. The blood kept dripping down his face, hinting that his eyes wouldn't be used for a while.