CURSED CHILD POV...
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His eyes snapped open, glowing with white brilliance, his expression strained as the spell repeated again and again.
"Mighty gods of our land, please forgive your servant for his greed…"
Nothing happened.
The rusty iron sword lay there, utterly still, unaffected by every spell cast upon it.
Eventually, the steel knights carefully escorted the EYES OF THE GODS to the village altar, forcing me along with them.
I heard his final words, like a final verdict as they echoed through the square:
"This child's soul has already been engulfed by the power of the foreign artifact…"
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CURSED CHILD POV…CONTINUATION
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The EYES OF THE GODS stared at me and then sighed as he stood before the altar and delivered his final judgment upon me.
"Burn him to death!"
"Burn him alive!"
"Burn the freaking devil alive!"
