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[Event] The Final Strike


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Wyn Larian sits in his bed long since awake from the dream as he stared down at his hands "The time has arrived, we shall not perish before we return this beast once more to its grave" he would then leave his bed, dressing, and heading out at the crack of dawn intended on speaking with a certain friend of his.

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Grimm jerks awake, slowly going over the dream in his head "This one's different...swamp? And that dragon..." He sighs somberly, before shaking his head and clearing his thoughts. He lightly smacks his face to ground himself in reality. "Head empty Grimm, you got a job to do"

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Emanaf Valkor'onn sits bolt upright, panting, looking around his dry, sunlit room in alarm, eyes adjusting to the contrast from the dream, before looking over to the knife on his bedside counter. "I'll need something bigger than that."

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The deranged Homunculus peered up, foreseeing the vision as a dream of gluttony and food. It wandered forth, in search of this place -- mouth drooling with hunger.

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