The
Diabaine Warrior gathered up the severed head of his fresh kill and he stared down at the very still, blood smeared young Laichanan, his red eyes narrowed into slits of flame.
Then slinging his mighty axe over his broad shoulders, turned and walked away.
The giant did not seem to care much for the heads of young pups much to Malach's petrified relief.
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