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Nicol scrutinized the wounds and noticed that along the open wound, there were fine grains of stone remaining in the infected flesh. But that was not all. There's a certain wound that was in the man's flesh that is radiating a faint circle of light.

There's Something Wrong With You, My Lord!

LGBT+ · Imsuperberbs20

He fears their entire race will fail to prepare for what's to come if they dawdle for long.

There's Something Wrong With You, My Lord!

LGBT+ · Imsuperberbs20

"Could they be that they are the ones behind this abnormal situation? These rogues have the audacity to wreak havoc when the Moon Elf Lord is calling on us!"

There's Something Wrong With You, My Lord!

LGBT+ · Imsuperberbs20

But no matter how grotesque their state is, Gael could distinguish their faces. "And that is not all. Who are these moon elves? They are not Haro Clan."

There's Something Wrong With You, My Lord!

LGBT+ · Imsuperberbs20

"The traces left on the wounds are not that of a nature's energy…" he trailed off. The bodies are killed variously. Beaten by a blunt weapon, impaled by earth spears, and fried by a weird fire. 

There's Something Wrong With You, My Lord!

LGBT+ · Imsuperberbs20

"Patriarch! This is of great trouble! The scout team had arrived, but they were saying something!" Their big group is advancing when someone yells from the vanguard. "T-They said a lot of moon elves have d-died in the Haro Clan's territory!"

There's Something Wrong With You, My Lord!

LGBT+ · Imsuperberbs20

"All of the Moon Elves we know are moving to meet the Moon Elf Lord. Will I meet you there, Elder Brother?" Gael thought as he looked at the horizon of the grassland

There's Something Wrong With You, My Lord!

LGBT+ · Imsuperberbs20