An instant later, a young man appeared behind Milosh.
The resemblance he bore to the Lich King, Leeshay was distinct.
Truthfully, it was more than distinct.
Mummify this young man for a couple hundred years or so and you'd have a perfect likeness.
But this one was definitely alive.
And, as such, the finger that tapped upon Milosh's shoulder was also alive.
"Pardon me, Sir Milosh. But I believe that I may have a preposition for you."
Byako, City of Everything
Byako, the city of everything. A city hundreds of miles in size where anything can and does happy on a daily basis Join the random sillyness
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