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... ssed against my scale-flesh, centering itself on the Great Cores likeness upon my head-scales. I twisted and writhed, slithering painfully away from the edges of the gathered bad-things.
My grip on [Illusion Spark] flickered and flared with the pain - one moment disappearing entirely, the next forming a blazing beacon.
Alerted by the flashing light, a few of the bad-things turned. They clicked their mandibles together, still dripping the molten stone that was a n ...
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