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This village had none.
The absence of something can sometimes be more jarring than anything. The absence of that field was what tipped him off, the feeling of corruption clinging to every person he met was simply the icing on the blackened cake.
He carefully walked through the village, feigning a sense of being calm even as every sense he had was on high alert, made even higher as he studied the people around him, taking note of their hollow gazes and staggered walking. These people had been brain wiped, turned into little more than puppets to a practitioner.
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Black magic leaves a corruption in any who use it, driving them to use it again, to use worse things, it is incurable. The only solution is execution, to prevent the practitioner from harming anyone else. The problem, is that most are children, never having been taught the proper use of magic, they handle forces they do not and cannot understand. The only solution, is death. It was only with the greatest regret possible that he summoned his blade, the child looking up at him with terrified eyes as he uses the strings he created to protect himself.
There is blood everywhere, Anselm’s blade was resting against the well. The small creature in his hands having formed upon sensing the pain in its partner. Conrad could see how his partner was hurting, could feel it as well, leaning forward, cusping Anselm's nose in his small paws, frowning as he nuzzled the other. The thick smell of blood and viscera filled the air, scorching the nose. A frown on Anselm's muzzle was the only sign of emotion from the hybrid, his eyes gazing into areas known only to him.
"It wasn't your fault...," the small Nether Dragon says, a rare spoken word "You had no choice."
If only Anselm could believe it.
Oh boy am I gonna get some shit for this one...
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