C452 Good Idea

Blood dripped onto the green bricks, nourishing the moss that clung to their surface. The man had breathed his last; his arms hung limply by his side.

Onlookers gazed in horror at the figure known as the Withered Wood Old Man, each fearing they might be the next to suffer misfortune.

"Ah, such a waste of a fine physique. But no matter, opportunities to find another will arise. Right