©NovelBuddy
PREVIEW
... ing the glowing red blade, the sound of metal against metal ringing out.
A one-armed elder sits in a wicker chair, a large palm-leaf fan in his left hand. He appears to be leisurely fanning himself, but his brow is furrowed, hinting at a less than pleasant mood.
He stands up and strongly slaps the burly man on the back of the head, only to get a hand full of sweat. He tries to wipe it off on the burly man’s cloth shirt, only to find it soaked through.
The one-armed elder ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE