Chapter 75: Fish-Killing!

The night wind was a bloody scythe, gory and humid, an ambassador of death that swept through every corner of the city. In the darkness, that ambassador of death moved relentlessly forward, merging with the shadows, then dispersing, foreboding to the extreme as it sought to bring all to despair. Until... its relentless progress into alleys of the city caused it to run into a person standing in the shadows. This person wore a gray robe, and seemed like someone that blades or needles couldn't...