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... o exist. No pain. No sound. No light. Only the assimilation.
Not the cold, icy rush of a lesser beast. Not the chaotic torrent of a human soul. This was different. The consumption of something ancient. Vast. A being alive for a thousand years. Its life force now twisted and poisoned.
It was a flood. A deluge of pure, unadulterated, and utterly raw power. A force so immense and corrupted that it threatened to obliterate his own consciousness.
The whispers in his mind were ...
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