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Maiden Of The Splitting Moon

~CHECK REVIEWS: NO ROMANCE FL~ Born from tragedy, she wields a blade of death, shining under the moonlight. Each swing takes hundreds of lives, each step leaves a trail of corpses, every move capable of dividing the stars. Her journey is not for the faint of heart as it is a solitary path drenched in blood. But only on this road will she will heal from the scars of the past. ~Schedule: Mon (1 Ch), Wed (1 Ch), Fri (1 Ch) 3 Ch. per week at 12 PM EST~ ~Cover by @PluviumG~ Made a Twitter for announcements: @ArgasWn I stream my writing on Twitch too: Argasbooba

ARGAS · Fantasy
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888 Chs

Experiments

He ran his fingers through every part of the walls, looking for something. But the elder didn't find it, it was only when he went back to the stone bed that he found something. Running his hand underneath it, his fingers suddenly stopped as they pressed on something. 

There was an audible click as the room began to crank and tremble. She rested a hand on Blood Moon, prepared to fight if need be but she didn't need to. The walls shifted and opened up, revealing something she wasn't expecting to see. 

She watched the walls open up and retreat into the shadows as new walls replaced them. These walls were spotless, clean, and pristine. However, they had this glass display with dozens of hooks inside.

One half had nothing but knives, needles, and other instruments hanging from each hook. The other side had a closed cabinet.

"What is this for? And... where have I seen tools like these?" she asked herself.