I walk upon rotten land where mortals once quarrelled for power... riches... petty, a simple shiny rock makes them oh so easily manipulate... pathetic, I hear the crackle of death under my feet, the bones old and dry crying for my mercy... ha, I shall kill them once more as I did before. I look around "Az" I speak, life is restored to this region, come a few days nature shall grow once more... these humans disgust me, I stretch, my work is done here, time to head home, my home is quite lovely
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