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... d brighter, the thrums growing heavier by the second, a halo shining on his person.
"Who are we?" intoned the priest, brandishing a black book. "We are the Cult of Achlys—her chosen, loved since the creation of this world. From ancient strife, we rose in forgotten temples. United by visions of a world cleansed of suffering. Achlys calls us: restore balance, erase chaos, fulfill her will."
All eyes fixed on him as he raised his hands.
"Achlys must return. Only her resurrec ...
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