Within Entrails Devoured by Putrid Winds

A miasma of rot hangs heavy in the heavens, thick with the savor of obliteration. The wind, a fetid serpent, coils around the mangled corpses, shredding flesh from bone. The remains gleam like pearls in the morbid light. A symphony of wails echoes through the valley, a chorus of agony as the innards are devoured by the winds of oblivion. This is l

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