Silent.
Black.
Nothingness.
Am I...?
Falling, falling...
Floating.
Spikes of black flames, pulsing, engulfing...
It roars. They scream. Loyalty shatters.
It roars again, bone-shattering cries fulled by smell.
It reeks of it; the scarlet life coats its claws. He knows, he can feel it; every drop gathering at the tips.
His conscience corrodes, crumbling around
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