PROLOGUE

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A hand stuck in the mud potruded out, more bone than flesh and skin at this point, covered in fresh blood.

A body joined the pile of dead leaves, staining the forest floor crimson. It was that of a human, their eyes open in the horror at the sight of their assassinator, the last sight of their killer before death.

Blades flashing in the dimly lit forest floor, their attacker waited until his target had stopped breathing.

The wind howled, seeming to call out his name.

Stain, the Hero Killer.

Erased Blood: A MHA fantasy AU Kde žijí příběhy. Začni objevovat