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... that had enslaved Terra for two long years.
It was nothing more than a writhing, churning mass of pitch-black flesh, its form undefined and constantly shifting, as though reality itself struggled to contain its presence.
Countless tentacles coiled and twisted around each other, some ending in jagged, fang-like protrusions, while others seemed to stretch endlessly into the dark void surrounding it.
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There was no symmetry, ...
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