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TWISTED BIRTHS OF A DYING WORLD! THEIR LIMBS ARE WRETCHED
BRANCHES, KNOTTED AND FRAIL, YET STRONG ENOUGH TO TEAR THE
SKY ASUNDER. THEY WALK UPON A BLACKENED EARTH, EACH STEP A
DRUMBEAT OF CALAMITY, AS IF THE LAND ITSELF RECOILS FROM THEIR
PASSAGE. THE BONES OF AN OLD BEAST LIE BENEATH THEIR FEET,
SUNK INTO ASH, WHISPERING DOOM FROM CRACKED MARROW, A FINAL
CURSE TO THOSE WHO DARE TO LISTEN.
HOWL, YE SHATTERED SOULS, YOU WHO HAVE BEEN CAST ASUNDER!
HOWL LIKE THE FURIES, LIKE THE STORM THAT TEARS THE STARS
FROM THE FIRMAMENT! BLOOD FLOWS IN ENDLESS RIVERS, FEEDING
THE ROOTS OF CORRUPTION THAT DIG DEEP INTO THE HEART OF THIS
WORLD. THE LAND SUFFERS, THE SKY WEEPS, AND THE SEA TURNS
ITS BACK IN DISGUST. BUT STILL, THE BEASTS LAUGH.