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Greyish rotten walls, licked by moth and strange crawling air-breathing arthropods and arachnids, extended in great heights, where kings used to walk, soldiers used to march, and tricksters used to sneak their way into nobility. The faces of painted nobles melted into disfigured creatures weeping for the loss of their Alpha. There was nothing left of the old heritage. A new era was being born.

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