I felt Aquamarine. Lots of it. KILLALL must have had the biggest boiler for it in all the Milky Way stuffed down here in Dis, to supply him personally with an endless amount using the Death native to the Afterseas... I was gonna bust it up.
We fled down the halls, and came upon a stairwell illuminated by the spinning red lights of alarm. We saw a metal shaft at the bottom. It was almost like being inside a submarine. I ripped one of the tightly sealed hatches off and we entered a new space... It was one massive chamber built into Dis, it almost looked like the outside. Like an industrial hellhole of rust and machinery. We saw the boiler itself was one big concentrated industry all on its own here. Hundreds of Cultists and slaves were running it.
[ELA-RE] "Turn it all to dust, Qilin!"
[YOUR TURN]
A wave of enemies summoned by KILLALL stood in my path! Monsters and Cultists alike! They weren't sent to stop me, only to slow me down! (Can't destroy KILLALL's work until additional enemies are clear!)
Usultu's Wicked Plots began manifesting. Me and Shennu both winced. Some... knives of Aquamarine stabbed us both in the back! We ripped them out and ached in pain!
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[USULTU] "DO YOU EVER HEAR THE FINAL SCREAMS OF YOUR ENEMIES AS THEY FALL BY YOUR HAND? WHETHER YOU ENJOY THE SCREAMS OR NOT, THE FACT REMAINS THAT THEY SCREAM. THEY CRY. THEY GURGLE IN THEIR LAST HOUR..."
[KLLALL] "The joke. The act is a joke. For why should something so exist? Such is the mystery of privation..."
[USULTU] "FLAWS INHERENT TO THE DESIGN. QUESTION WHOM MADE THE DESIGN, NO ANSWER IS SENSIBLE. SUCH IS THE MYSTERY OF PRIVATION."
[KILLALL] "The kill is an act, undeniable. It is... and it will be done."
[USULTU] "HEAR THE DYING SCREAMS OF THOSE YOU STRIKE DOWN."
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TRUTHS READY.
Your Rolling Ceiling: Rank 3 - 1d27
Your Critical Ceiling: Rank 10 - 1d100
Enemy Rolling Ceiling: Rank 10 - 1d100
Enemy Critical Ceiling: Rank 10 - 1d100
INVENTORY/SKILLS:
https://pastebin.com/raw/wEy8RHiU<What will you do?>
