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The six of them - Eallric, Oswic, Noelle, Riyen, Gauwilh and Artin waved their hands to and fro trying to drive away the vultures that swooped down on them in large numbers, threatening to chop off every part of their body.
As they dashed away from the tower from where the winged scavengers had nosedived on them from, Eallric couldn't push out what he'd seen.
Mr. Wadsev who'd supposedly vanished, with his wives and everyone present for his promotion to CEO - a total of Seventeen individuals at his address at Radford glade, were present there - in hell.Mr. Wadsev's once chubby face was flaccid and dangling, making him look like a tamed bulldog.The most shocking part for Eallric, though, was what Mr. Wadsev had mouthed when Eallric stole a glance at him.
“Help.”
Mr. Wadsev's faint voice uttered feebly and with absolutely no enthusiasm due to loss of blood and insufficient energy. Eallric, thou
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The tyronimic howled loudly into the dark, atmosphere - which only attracted the attention of beasts of other species that ululated, wailed and yowled their response in return, making the atmosphere more mysterious and unearthly. The tyronimic turned its four ugly heads slowly left and right, scanning the cheerless horizon but seeing other creatures - Yellow, glowing eyed Yalipers, Yaghions with detachable body parts and other strange creatures. They were not of interest so the tyronimic didn't turn as much as a horn to them as it searched desperately for where its preys had gone all of a sudden.The six of them, though, - Eallric, Artin (who was badly bruised), Noelle, Gauwilh, a still numb Riyen and Sir. Oswic squeezed themselves together in the cave to induce warmththat heated up their organs for the cave was glacial, barely daring to breath.The tyronimic prowled round the cave whose darkness shielded them with obscurity
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