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- "Funny, isn't it? How fleeting life is..." He muses. "Do you think you have
- truly lived, Jiraishin? Or have you merely existed?"
- 0h, 3570m, 1692e, 20425w ex
- The brand upon your brow sears painfully, emitting brilliant motes of violet
- darkfire.
- 0h, 3570m, 1712e, 20425w ex
- Ugrach wrenches upon your arm without waiting for a response, and the visions
- cease; the world stills, and you find yourself before a throne of grisly,
- yellowed bone. Immediately, Ugrach abandons your side and takes his rightful
- place as the Curator of Death.
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