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... oison, explosions, and endless piles of infernal flesh.
Now, in the middle of a valley that had become a black crater the size of a city, Sylvia sat atop a mountain of monster corpses hardened like stone. Her black dress was torn in several places, but the fabric slowly moved like a living creature threads stitching themselves back together, flowing and closing every rip with an organic motion that tickled her skin.
"...finally, it stops."
Sylvia leaned back slightly.
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