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<span class="mu-i">A crane-lift line snaps with a crack like a thunderbolt as Riv's industrial ploy comes to fruition. Industrial quantities of Mothdream slam into the ground like a comet, wooden fragmentation flechettes exploding out and scytching down nearby bystanders, a few slice-rats simply bowled over by the cascade of collapse and in the lingering, volatile haze left behind, the world itself blurs and bends a little at the edges... </span>
