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... each and the pressure crushed even the strongest creatures, a cavern pulsed with a heartbeat of its own. It was not stone, nor coral, but a living thing—grown from the flesh of forgotten gods.
And within it, Lyrielle stood atop a throne of blackened pearls, her eyes shut, her arms outstretched. The deep choir encircled her, sirens of twisted elegance—some humanoid, others barely clinging to their original forms. Each bore runes etched into their gills, necks, and spines, bleeding with th ...
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