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... oss the Overseer's torso, carving through fifty layers of divinized flesh, essence, and conceptual shielding. The wound burst, spilling out roiling black miasma that bled like poisoned fog.
The Overseer howled.
His voice tore through what remained of reality, causing surrounding fragments of space to fold inward.
"You insolent—!"
Gustav slammed his elbow downward.
BAAAAAAAAAAAM!
The Overseer spiraled away again, crashing into a drifting superstruct ...
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