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- The storm parted - not before a Daemon, but a metal giant in a scaled cloak. The wind snatched away Creed's hurried shot. Light glittered upon the figure's upraised palm, iridescent polygons billowing in a hypnotic dance.
- 'Ursarkar E. Creed.' The giant's words slammed down like tombstones. 'This need not be your end. Eternity awaits.'
- The giant's laughter followed Creed into darkness.
- Gathering Storm: Fall of Cadia
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