Tales of the Shonri: A Broken Tribe

Blood glistened in the sunlight, sweeping from the edge of Elamouf’s blade in a crescent spray. A foe fell, lost to the Echo, to the darkness that had stolen his soul. Heat pounded through Elamouf’s veins, his throat parched, his skin no longer able to sweat, ragged breaths dragged through his lips, air that smelled of blood, of dust, of battle’s sweet taste.

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