Mortemir, Fury Feeding Second Edition

The doors exploded with wooden shrapnel. Mortemir floated through the entrance, an inky curtain rising, a gloomy blade extending from his fist. “You’ve nowhere to run.” Crimson lightning danced with shadows. “Hold still while I carve you up.”

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