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... hered. A murmur that crawled along the ground and climbed the trunks of dead trees, vibrating through the cracked basin like a pulse trying to synchronize a dying heart.
The Abyssal anchor responded immediately, crimson veins brightening, the half-formed structure shuddering as if something inside had taken a breath.
Albedo felt it in his bones.
"That’s new," he muttered, sensing something he hadn’t felt in his previous encounters with Abyssal Worshippers.
The cul ...
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