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... izing they’ve wetted themselves...the scene was chaotic!
Blood tornadoes.
Yes, blood motherfucking tornadoes.
All of the blood previously sacrificed was now rising in the air, the whole thing looking (and feeling) like the revival cinematic of an evil god.
At that moment, the Head Cultist’s laughter resounded as he towered atop the corpses and the destroyed buildings.
"Get wrecked!"
The madman lowered a red-glowing fist, the same color as his eyes, ...
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