Epic Seven Crac | 2025 |

“Impossible,” he whispered.

Cermia’s hand drifted to the massive gun-sword slung across her back. “I don’t play with things that bleed smoke.” epic seven crac

Cermia leaned back, boots propped on the table. Her wild orange hair caught the light like a flame. “You’re out of coin, friend. And out of luck.” She flicked a gold piece at him. “Buy yourself a new shirt. That one smells like regret.” “Impossible,” he whispered

“One condition,” she said, standing. “When I come back, I keep your head as a coin purse.” ” she said

“Best two out of three?” the merchant croaked.