Tales From a Thousand Worlds

The cadaverous hermit stalked towards where Blade lay prone upon the ground, still rattled from having landed heavily. The hermit held a wickedly curved knife with a serrated edge in one hand. Set into the pommel of the knife was a blood red gem that seemed to gleam with an inner glow. The hermit’s lips curled back in a fiendish smile while within his eyes lurked evil intent.

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