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Myla and I race across the ocean floor. Between the rocky ground, piles of seaweed, and massive Myla-zilla stomping around, the path is a bit of an obstacle course. The one good thing is that the Tithe sucked up all his other effigies in order to create his oversized Myla. There are no sentries left around to alert him that we aren’t dead.
Again, if the warlock had taken the time to get an actual education at the Citadel instead of deciding he knew everything and could just destroy it, then he’d know all about sentries. And there would certainly be some effigy guards running around.
But I digress.
Soon Myla and I run across the oversized boulder that’s actually a dissolus nest in disguise. At first glance, it looks like a massive brown lump of rock. But when I focus, I can again see
