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Normally, I feel anguish watching Aran cut through the infected hordes that block our path to the Royal Palace. But this time, I found satisfaction in witnessing the Matriarch’s defeat. If she and her minions had souls, they would deserve to be cast into the deepest pit of the Forging Hell, and in my anger, I have prayed for it to be so.
The thought that Aran, his steel, and my meager skills are all that stand against this terror is beyond what I can express. I try not to dwell on it as I finish my illustration of this abominable creature.
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