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... that moment,
A piercing shriek shattered the silence,
causing all the busy Martial Artists to stop what they were doing and look, horrified, toward the source of the sound.
The scream came from the Eighth Grade Martial Artist.
A stalk of White Bone Grass had buried itself deep into the palm of his hand. The intermingling of fresh blood and the grass’s faint glow was a bizarre sight.
The flesh around the wound began to rot rapidly, emitting a foul odor. ...
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