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The Breaking Storm

The accursed wind shot through the night, making trees bow and houses shake as the Gates of Hell were slowly opened. Leaves torn from their branches were thrown to the void and the blackness of that which was fast approaching.

Rumbles of angry thunder sounded in the distance as the crusade against human souls commenced. Bolts of hateful lightening shot across the delicate sky, tearing it. The pain of the gashes was immense, and great tears fell to the ground. The wind doubled its intensity as the Gates continued to open.

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