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Lincoln
I can’t believe it. The Contagion just burst up from the ground like oil a gushing from a well. The tar quickly oozed into the shape of the massive tree. Now, a pair of long branches dangle by its side.
Arms.
After consuming Rule, the Contagion now has arms again.
This bodes ill.
Hector extends his wings and takes to the skies. A desire fills my soul. I have angel wings that appear as part of a certain rare ceremony. They are phantoms, nothing else. But what would it be like if my wings could fly like that?
It takes all my concentration, but I force my mind to focus on the fight at hand. In the heat of battle, odd thoughts can pop into your head. Recently, I had to press away the urge to scream a series of extremely creative and obscene insults at a Viperon demon. In that
