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... presumably the floor too, were all covered with the putrid Fungal Creep, and she could sense her dungeon rage growing as her domain mana began to spill through the rift itself. The floor was covered with a deep layer of broken and smashed corpses, branches, shards of wood, fungus, and worse: victims of Tol’brekk’s timely brutality.
Malika stepped through the rift, joining her in the silent chamber, dripping with slimy ichor and filled with the stench of rot.
“It’s pleasant, isn’t ...
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