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... lignant energy.
The air itself had grown sentient, thick with whispers and phantom caresses, drawn from the countless voices trapped in Selene’s ever-growing web of undeath.
The Pale Widow stood at the altar, her new Dark Arms twisting like living shadows, their hunger barely restrained.
Her congregation of Laughing Dead stood below, their bodies twitching in euphoric decay, their laughter now a soft, unsettling drone.
Yet tonight, there was something new.
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