CHAPTER 10: Unseen Clash of Swords
THE MAGNIFICENT PIGLETS OF PIGLETSVILLE
In unseen depths, a fierce clash of swords was reverberating in the atmosphere, thrusts being met with parries. At Split Tree, before the bastion of the bloodthirsty wolves, Draven Blackclaw sardonically intoned, “Joe Wolf.” His voice had a sinister cadence that resonated through the ancient trees like a foreboding incantation, each syllable dripping with a venomous hiss that mirrored the predatory intent within.
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