I bury my sword in the cultist's belly and slash upward, scream out a warcry that echoes throughout the corrupted temple as her virtually naked body slides off the blade. Portents of doom have led me here, the runes cast by oracles across the land speaking of a time of ending.
But I am Selene of Stayla, one who stops such times, and as I prowl through the temple I sneer at the portents. There is malice in the air though, it lies heavy upon the stone. I pause at an intersection of corridors, listen for a moment. The left path is silent but from the right drifts faint words. I strip off my clothing, pile it as a marker, and follow the sounds, eventually come across a large hall. A half dozen cultists are there and I fall upon them.
The first I slay with a thrust into her throat, the second and third I cleave from shoulder to hip. The fourth gets a hand on a sword before I remove the hand and then her head. The final pair are cowards, flee, and I pursue them snarling.
I'm led to the temple's crowded central hall, the cult priestess smiles as I enter. She cuts her own throat, hot blood spraying into a pit at her feet, and an abyssal horror emerges. Tentacles lash wildly, ruining flesh and bone equally. I charge but am grabbed at the waist, thrown into the air. Its maw opens wide as I fall…
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