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A geyser of hyper-corrosive crude erupted fifty feet into the air—a column of sentient, prehistoric blackness that smelled of raw methane and a thousand centuries of rot. From the center of the boiling pit, the Ink-Wash Behemoth tore itself into the three-dimensional world. It was a fifteen-foot nightmare of negative space—a fluid, two-dimensional brushstroke that "snapped" into a jagged architecture of obsidian bone-plates and weeping tar whenever it struck.
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