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... drifted down like a fall of murky yellow snow.
"The stars are torn... only the Master endures..."
"The King’s tattered self, swaying unpredictably..."
All the cultists bowed in worship.
At the center, a massive eye of flesh and blood had devoured four Flesh Eggs. It now shone with Divinity, erupting into a pillar of blood-red light. This pillar, like a raging river of blood flowing in reverse, forcibly opened a portal to an alternate dimension to welcome the grea ...
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