"I am scared," the servant was merely eighteen or nineteen, yet carried an air of maturity beyond his age about him. "But, your servant is a refugee from Ju Rong Nation in the east. There’s a famine over there now. Corpses are all over the ground everywhere. Quite a few people even trade their children with each other to eat them. Pitiful scenes like this are commonplace… ai…"
Eastern · Get Lost
Kripzon
ch 611 Fenrir
Prime Originator
Fantasy · Pointbreak