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... ightly against the cultist’s temple, his Amethyst-threaded consciousness sliding through the fractured corridors of a dying mind.
Images flickered.
Stone walls slick with condensation.
A chamber far beneath bedrock.
A sigil carved into obsidian, its geometry not chaotic like common Abyssal cult marks, but structured.
And before it was Alexander Graves, kneeling before a figure veiled in abyssal distortion, crowned in shadows that seemed to drip downward li ...
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