Prologue
***WARNING! THIS WEBNOVEL IS BEING WRITTEN WITHOUT SET BOUNDARIES. MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. IF IT MAKES SENSE FOR ME TO HAVE SOMETHING HAPPEN IN THE STORY, IT WILL HAPPEN. I WILL NOT INCLUDE TRIGGER WARNINGS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*** In the hours passed dusk, a town sits quietly. Unremarkable in its appearance, though a sinister plot begins to unfold. Two men meet beneath the stars, bought for the night. A petty sum, though it is the only work that has presented itself to them. “Careful! Those bottles’re full of witch's fire, break one an' we're all going up in flames.” A rough old man's cautionary words break the misty, still night. His grey, whispy hair barely covering his scaled scalp. They make their way down the silent street, pulling a cart loaded with several small crates, glass rattling from within. “Th'fuck'r we doin' handling shit like this?!” A middle-aged man complains. “Thought nobody knew how to make this anymore!” The old man did not reply, the q...