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The hollow pain from giving birth that that… <span class="mu-i">thing</span> still claws at her broken body.
Willow winces, her pale face curling in agony as she heaves against a—
—-wall?“What the…” she grumbles, blinking until she can see something.
It looks like some sort of corridor.
Weird.
Major weird.
Wasn’t she atop a pile of bodies, with Celaeno’s dark hands around her head?
Wasn’t that thing clawing out of her own body, squirming, the mass of its—
“Fuck, I’m gonna be sick,” she heaves.
But no puke comes.
It seems her body has already ejected all that it could.
And in front of her, the walls of a dark corridor. The smooth and cold grooves etched in the stone.
Now… where to go?
<span class="mu-r">Left.</span>
<span class="mu-b">Right.</span>
<span class="mu-g">Forward.</span>
<span class="mu-s">Add a suggestion.</span>
As a reminder, I will be absolutely out of commission for the next few days so expect very short updates. Still, I hope this little detour will be of interest… 