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... ove beginning to still, the flesh-walls no longer convulsing.
The bloody mist in the air thinned, drifting away like exhaled breath.
The Abyss was settling, a temporary peace, a breath held before the plunge, the world pausing to admire its new scars.
They emerged onto a narrow plateau, flat and cold, a few skeletal trees twisting in the wind, their bark peeling like scabs under the crimson sky.
Nyxsha fell to her knees with a grunt, gently laying Azareel down ont ...
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