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... Each fleeting second, every drawn breath, every howl of death, every echoing footstep bouncing through the behemoth-swarmed passages... it all coalesced into one powerful reminder for Nameless to keep going, in the form of standing hairs and goosebumps.
The swarm—which was evolving into an army—made haste, singing in their deathly screeches to form a serenade of lamenting echoes. The behemoths were not afraid to let it be known that they were the harbingers of death, and none would esca ...
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