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... d, and vitality were absorbed into the construct, imbuing it with a pulsating vitality of its own. No longer a mere magical creation, the Terror Construct now seemed to possess a life force, an essence that radiated an eerie energy.

By performing a dark ritual, Eisenhart channeled the blood, flesh, and vitality from the sacrificed mage directly into the Terror Construct. This infusion bestowed upon the construct a semblance of living vitality.

With heightened strength, augmented ...

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