58 Evil? 5yr

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Four people were standing face to face on a carpet of ice as darkness silently crept over the lairing world of white.

The breath of winter exhaled its cold uncaring winds over everyone, on a now mostly empty long intersection stretching out in three directions.

From the contorted hatred that filled the face of the scar face man, to the extreme vigilance and focus of the trio who were in battle stance, the few people who happened to be passing quickly made their retreat far away fearing any accidental implication.

They could somehow sense the murderous intent enveloping the stand-off between those standing on the frozen road.

Bustling sounds of wagons rattling and crunching through ice, were accompanied by the chinking sounds of bowls and pans as residents prepared dinner.

The densely populated stone buildings created the ambient sounds of a district that never fully slept, but the most prevalent sound now was the cackling of a madman.

The scar face man stood in the middle of the ice covered world with glee as if he was Boreas the winter god. He finally stopped that wretched low pitch imitation of laughing as he pointed an index finger at Hartley.

"Boy,