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Mortality trembles before our might once more.

 

We have ravaged the denizens of Keuthul, we have raised hell in Haense, we have slaughtered the guards of Balian, we have put Petra unto the boot and we have let the rivers of Amathine run red with the blood of mortals. With each passing moment, your populace dwindles under the relentless onslaught of our blades, yet we stand unyielding, our forces swelling with every fallen soul. The armies of the dead, the legions of the Tomb Lords themselves, have orchestrated a triumphant campaign, and now, we extend to the living an ultimatum: submit, or join the ever-growing ranks of the damned.


 

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Abandon hope, for your very existence is forfeit! Bow before the Tomb Lords, for when our dark shadows loom at your doorstep, our undead clawing and scratching upon your doors, know that your ends are nigh. For when the reek of death hangs heavy in the air, a putrid cloud enveloping the heart of your once-thriving city. The foolish living, scattered like mere chaff awaiting the scythe. Mercy? None shall be granted. You shall gaze upon the blade that rends your flesh, becoming a slave to erect our monuments and tombs. Each lash shall strip your flesh until only bone remains, and even then, as your desire for life withers to a hollow echo, we shall resurrect your desecrated corpse to march eternally in our legions. Under our iron grip, you shall serve, your will forever be enslaved to our eternal will.

 

Behold the twilight of mortality.

 

For the shadow of death stretches across the horizon.

 

And with the dawn, it heralds the dawning of death's golden era.


 

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"....They could have at least spelled Kaethul right," Juniper grumbled.

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Shugo Kato makes note of these allies of Gashadokuro from a faraway island and malded.

 

"CURSE YOU SHINJI! TO HECK AND BEYOND!"

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Nice argument, however-

 

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"These mummies do know we... blew them up in my tavern right? I'm still cleaning out parts of him" Ar-Malna sighed 

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