Chapter 32. Sparsh

-Time passes. Colors fade. People leave. But, the heart never forgets. Even if it cannot remember, it still will never forget.-

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Advik was lying prone on the ground with closed eyes. His body had some deep cuts and bruises though strangely they were not bleeding. It seemed that he was motionless; lying there for a long while without even an ounce of strength to move a finger. 

It was already dark and the crimson moon was glittering in the cloudless sky like it was dyed with real blood. Still, the moonlight was not at all enough to end that never-ending darkness. The demonic and resenting energy had already coated the whole meadow with its devouring pressure. The wind was not as chilling as before and had some foul yet fresh smell of blood swarming in the pitch-black land.