CHAPTER ONE

 

OCEAN SALTY AIR IS REFRESHING 

Multiples of Wraiths burned to ashes, hundred upon thousands of dungeon guards homicide in a most merciless way both inside and out .

Within the menace of the darkness, in the darkest cave prison, the most chaotic feminine and maniac madman escapes the dungeon. He was standing at the entrance in the middle of the ocean as the wind blew his hairy face and messy longer black hair violently. He shrieks in laughter at the top of his lungs, the man was in the darkest hooded garments, fingers nails that were painted noir, and were bare feet. His skin was normal, not like Wormwood, and a normal nose instead of the nostril of a serpent. 

“Man, this ocean salty air is refreshing! Isn't it that right, Vitani?" He asked. 

Namala Danson, forties, gorgeous British man, messy hair and face, wears a darkest hooded garments, and were bare feet. 

“Excellent, Vitani. Lastly, we escaped. And I believe we shall become worst nightmare to man who lived. We will destroyed him Well! Well, you know from the inside out,” Namala grimaced.  

“Right. Maybe you are right because he is the cause of us being here on this dump!” Vitani cackled.  

“Correct, correct,” Namala agreed.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 10.04.2022

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