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Standing at the foot of the towering chamber, you feel a dull ringing in the back of your head as TIM’S forces rush to cut you off from your goal. Clacking down the staircase snaking upwards around the tower of bones in the center wielding swords, maces, and axes made of bone, they stare into your soul with glowing red eyes… betraying nothing in their cold, lifeless gaze.
The buzzing grows louder as you watch them descend alongside a swarm of BURNING SKULLS and several SKELETAL MAGES clad in ORDER OF THE WANDERING EYE ROBES. That’s right… Curt… Bea… Boris… Sonny… they all watched you fight tooth and nail to get here, and they did it with SMILES on their faces.
“S-Stan?” Nats stammers as you feel Lil’ Stanley tug on your short hair, “I… I’m still wiped from today, so if you’re planning on more DEMON stuff…”
The first squad of SKELETAL KNIGHTS meets you at the foot of the stairs as the ringing grows to a pounding. As their eyes burn holes into your face, you don’t see mindless skeletons–you see CLIFF…
STRIPES...
WYATT…
ANDRE…
TEEVOR...
RODHI…
POPS…
And all the others who sacrificed their unlives to get you here knowing full-well what they’d get for their treachery.
Tongues of fire rise through your face as you remember each and every one of them, and as your hands subconsciously reach for your GOO MOP and N4 RIFLE, you feel something build in your mind–not irritation, or pity, or worry…
This… this is RAGE.
‘Go with the flow’ you think to yourself as you stride to meet your attackers. As your thoughts go dark in your head, you surrender yourself to pure, unadulterated instinct!
>CONTD.
