Labels:text | screenshot | font | yellow | number OCR: 20 still dormant form, the Archai let out an unearthly screech of rage. The Fourth Rank's material forms were not easily ruined, and this one would soon repair itself. Until the body was once again whole, no Kyriotetes would or could abide within. A fact that would surely anger the one that waited in shadow, eager to take possession. This was the fault of the human, who in his ignorance had resorted to primitive attack. The action was blasphemous and demanded punishment, after which the sinner would face Yahweh's judgement. Reaching purposefully into shadow the Archai retrieved a long-bladed skinning knife. Unable to move, and scared witless by what he was seeing, Pete Spencer looked up into the face of death. Inside his chest his heart was pounding against his ribcage, fluttering madly li ...
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