The Death Knell

The storm rolled up sharp rubble, and with the lighting of lightning, a meat grinder-like tornado swept the swarm in front of him.

Their bodies were dismembered almost instantly, and then blown to a golden color by the electric current, the jet-black pus splashed everywhere, and the air was filled with a burnt smell like burning hair.

Storm is a non-killer. After she killed someone who wanted to **** her when she was a child, she was only eight years old, but she reflected on herself and vowed not to kill again in the future.

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