[Cards] Bloody Marilith (Patreon)

With a demonic vigor, the knight spun and slashed and moved like never seen before. It was beautiful and horrific. To the eyes of the young squire, it was nothing short of a miracle. He watched as his master, in a dizzying onslaught, reduced the goblins to tatters outside the tavern.

Her lips were scarlet red. Was it blood? If so, whose?

Transfixed, the wide-eyed boy softly whispered, "Is...is this the power of alcohol?"