Eventually, one singular finger wriggled it's path out the vile dregs...
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With precision most demons didn't enjoy...
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Rapid gashes tore across it's vast mass...
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Basically instantly...
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Alter didn't escape the bombardment...
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Yeah...
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How could he?
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Since...
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Over just five hours...
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It made them...
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Perfect to shape, perfect to a tee...