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Tianqiu once played host to a Yaksha, four-armed and mighty.
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He came to The Chasm from afar, to the praises of the tribes.
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A feast they put forth for him, the food in abundance.
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Blade in hand, he entered The Chasm, a disaster to still.
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Mighty as a demon, purple bale-fire shone in his eyes.
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The lightning pierced the deathly shadow, and thunder dissolved the darkness.
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The clouds hid the abyss, maw stretching to devour the firmament.
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The wild wind howled, the cinnabar sweeping the darkness.
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The mountain ranges shock, and the gorges caved in.
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The depths cried out as they collapsed, and then all was silent.
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The dense clouds solidified sundown-light as the perching birds sang sadly:
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"Do you not hear? The drums die in the north wind, the hero sinks into the vortex."
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"Have you not seen? The Yaksha's battle for the dawn — alas for a life so spent." |