Corrupted
Persephone growled, burning one of them.
“Seems like this, dammit.” Zen hissed, his arm was already injured but he barely managed to save himself.
“You guys go ahead. I will deal with it. Take Tristan away before he loses his mind again.” Freya said, holding her sword firmly, licking her lips in electrification. Near death experiences made her excited.
She stabbed her sword in the nothingless, casting a spell,
“Frozen!” Ice began to emerge from the ground, freezing the barghest surrounding them. Persephone used her flames to stop the ice from reaching them as they continued to run towards the other side.
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