We were wanted. A word from the wind eldergod, and we were up for bounty. We were bitter toward death since the guillotine steel we tasted a few hundred years ago, so we hid. Late at night, we commandeered a house at the end of a cul-de-sac, trying to lay low. We knew in quick time those floating from tree to roof were the foot soldiers of Ermac: come to collect the bounty, and our minds. I knew it was soon we could no longer hide. My vision, once clear, was now red. My mind would soon become corrupted by the pulling. Only one magic can cleanse my tainted mind and maybe change the fate the wind brought upon me. But the Titan Stone is in Outworld and the gate is guarded by the soul collector himself. Absurdly naive it would be to think I could pass thru the gate; if the darkened witch wasn't with me with her bag of tricks. She knows as well as I, Outworld is our only way.
The foot soldiers wrapped in blood red garments, burst thru the doors and windows,
“There is no exit!” they screamed at us.
“The gatekeeper is poisoned with power!” I screamed back.
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