|The Spectral Purple Lion's Ring||Epic Ring|
|Raid damage: 2550|
Duel power: 300
|8. The last of the water slid from the flask and teased his tongue -- fleeting little drops of moisture that only mocked him and sharpened his thirst. The boy almost let the empty bottle fall from his fingers, but his grasp tightened at the last moment. He couldn't quite bring himself to leave it behind.
The trail, those prints made by the steeds of angel and devil, was faint now. His foes were effacing them. Hard wind, harsh grit that promised to add his decayed flesh to its shifting skin. Stealing his hope before they snatched his life.
He walked in a stoop, shielding his face from their cruelty as best he could. Trying to read the signs. Thus he didn't see what was before him till he heard the woman's voice.
"The midday sun is for dogs and madmen! Come into the shade!"
|Part of The Spectral Purple Lion Set|