Chapitre 694: White Flames
Krog had squatted down on the ground, blood having soaked into his facial hair. With an annoyed groan, he placed his thumb onto one of his nostrils and exhailed strongly. A glob of coagulated blood flew out onto the ground, and inside of it, something seemed to be wriggling. Krog quickly stepped on it, crushing it under his boot.
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