140 140:Grip Of Death

A few moments ago….

Deep inside the forest in the gorge, various small birds flew around between the trees.

A moment later, many birds descended down.

In the dim light of the forest, an obscure figure cloaked in a dark shawl emerged, with his features shrouded in mystery.

Following it many greenish figures stepped over the broken twigs and litter falls scattered across.

Birds flutter around them, their wings creating a soft rustle in the stillness of the woods.

The figure moved with a fast blending seamlessly into the shadows, led by a silent observer over which birds circled around.

A small bird among the group sat down on the shoulder of the obscure figure letting out a small cry.

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The small bird cried as if telling a story and chatted without pause, narrating the whole events that it had witnessed through its eyes.

"Hmmm!"

"Can't believe there is a foul being…No let's say a foul beast among them."