“I’ve gotta say though… I’m kinda disappointed. I mean, I won’t pretend to be some sort of magical expert or anything like that, but what the fuck? Like seriously, ugh, it’s hard to watch this disaster…” The obsidian-skinned illusory Nephilim was casually floating above a roaring serpentine dragon, made entirely of crimson flames. It burned its way through hundreds of gigantic purple tentacles, incinerating countless tiny demonic beasts, before crashing head-first into its colossal adversary. Continue reading
HCOP Book 2, Chapter 76: Helping Out Some Old Friends
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