A Cleric's Salvation
Qadir breathed heavily as he trudged along the mountain range, his legs struggling to move through the waist high snow and slush. Water had long ago filled his boots and frozen from the sheer cold of the environment. His white robes were soggy and...
Short Fuse
"okj" that was all he could send back, precum thoroughly soaking the front of his own underwear, his ball tattoo glowing bright enough to shine its pink light on the items in front of him, his curse causing his already excessive production to rise