[It's dusk, and in the middle of the plains is a circular trench. Perhaps it is the creeping darkness, but this trench seems to be... bottomless. At the very least, you can't see the bottom of it.
However, the voice of a panicked paladin can be clearly heard, along with the occasional whinny.]Sweet Elimine, Betsy! What have you done?! I thought I
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