"T-oo-0oOOo l4a@aaæAAaaAtë..."

And too late it was.

Whatever was destroyed was unimportant. The world is fodder, attacks nigh meaningless... this thing had either lost sense of its directive, or had a new, more terrible one in mind...

‘𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘴𝘵.’

“ If you can give me a good reason why’re you sapping away everything, I’ll stop. “

“ If not. You’re done. “

‘𝘕𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺.’

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