"No. This isn't the highest grade of Origami."
The voice from the Shadow Thief Owl came out of the crystal ball, extremely gentle.
"Open your eyes and watch, Little Marvin."
"To behead such a small snake, why do you need so many plans? I alone am enough."
...
"Bang!"
The Crimson Patriarch grabbed the paper doll and ruthlessly tore it to shreds!
His eyes were staring at something inside the village.
But White River Valley seemed extremely eerie under the glow of the moonlight.
Shadows came out from each house, extremely nimbly. They all looked human.
But under the pale moonlight, the Crimson Patriarch could clearly see that they were all paper dolls!
"Shadow Thief Owl!"
The Crimson Patriarch ground his teeth and yelled that name.
"We don't have any grudges, do we?"
