Gazef shouted in disbelief after discovering his current state. Looking around once more, he then noticed the writings on the gravestone next to his, which had the following words engraved:
Brain Unglaus
A talented swordsman who committed suicide due to severe depression.
“Nooooooo!”
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“Some people call me a terrorist, I consider myself a teacher.”
A shrouded man spoke as he held a lengthy sword over the head of a man tied down to a wooden post.
“Lesson number one. Heroes, there is no such thing.”
With the end of the sentence, the sword swung down and decapitated the man tied down to the post. The head was lopped clean with fine mist of blood spraying behind.
The onlooking crowd gasped and some muttered curse, but only thing they could do was stand still and watch.
“Ready for another lesson?”