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Dex91 — MoD: The End [lexical practice]
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He winced.The effete monarchy engendered by the regents was clearly not palatable to him.
Not one iota.
Was it just an atavistic dislike induced by their foray into his territory or did he simply flat out loathe the asses they were?
Moreover, their utter lack of compunction for all the bedlam they provoked was, in fact, the drop making the vat spill the entirety of Khayos' animus onto them.
It was too awfully strident for him to ignore.
Their egregiously preposterous actions plunged the kingdom into a tumultuous war, solely for their own esurience;
an avarice so sharp it could have torn all things apart and still crave for more.
Trepidating, the whole world knew how big a gloom was looming over their heads.
Their minds were capable of seizing the harbingers of Nyhyl's annihilation,
the miasma of dreadful, horrific terror that was about to be discharged unto them.
A sonorous, vain and desperate cry for help was already silently resonating within their souls, quavering so forcefully as to utterly shatter and blast the remnant shreds away, leaving behind but scant dregs, inexorably and relentlessly sinking colorless and lethargic towards the newly formed black vacuum,
as the initial, sudden shock subsided.
It was the end.
