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The Gift of Death

Formless shadow resolves into a flurry of thick ropes of jet black flesh, twisting wetly into one another like an orgy of enormous larva pressed suddenly against the great seeing stone from the other side. The largest, spanning nearly the length of the mirror, splits in half, a great eye bursting into view. The misshapen iris flitting its gaze about the room like a ravening predator. - From These Strange Gods, an entry in the Tome of CHAOS

Collection: Chaos Legion

Creator: @splinterlands

Edition(s): 100