The Astarte of the B

The cheap blue cotton overalls were dark and shiny, even the cotton stuffing around the waist was bursting out. The cowhide boots, without a thick sole, were also cheap goods. Though they rubbed against his feet, at least he could walk freely on the ground.,A deafening, chilling crack echoed through the air. The lively and loyal pup exploded into a shower of blood and screams before it even hit the ground.,Lane's originally relaxed expression tightened abruptly, returning to the cold indifference of ice. His body, along with the aged steed, froze solid.。