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A soul. A soul. There. Must devour.
He limped to the soul and devoured it.
Another soul. Another soul. Eat.
He ate.
A thing. A thing. Must kill. Must have soul.
He limped towards Raziel to attack, who had not noticed the presence approaching him, he was occupied. The green aura glowing around his right arm, the reaver, was being thrust into the great forge of the Spirit Shrine.
Noise. Shaking. White. Bright.
The explosion of energy produced a blinding flash of light. |
