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Her

They hunted her throughout the lands. Into the desert and the mountains, moving more quickly than any earthly army could. What was left of mankind hurriedly ran from them, driven away like beasts before a fire.

She had her own forces to command. Vast armies of reapers, all the same in shape and size, deathly creatures of necroplasm and blackness. Some thought that they held only one mind, others thought that they were mindless. In either case they did not speak, nor did they have eyes to see with. Children of The Hidden Devil, or perhaps slaves, the origin of the reapers was as mysterious as the nature of their minds.

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