Symphony

[네임]

It goes inside the thistle forest.

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The air is heavy.

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It smells.

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a rotten smell.

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The moment you step on it.

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The ground is wriggling.

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a colony of decomposing maggots

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It's pouring out from under your feet.

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He straightens his sword.

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Transverse.

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length.

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quick cross-cutting.

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It is cut off with flesh.

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But it doesn't stop.

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Beside

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a group of corrosive ants

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He comes up with a sword.

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From the back.

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a crossbow.

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a series of shots.

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The bolt penetrates the colony.

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Just then.

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The ground bursts.

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It's falling apart

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a sudden rush.

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Swing away.

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And as it is.

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I hit it at once.

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The body splits.

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the sound of wings from above.

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a poisonous moth

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The spores are scattered.

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The view becomes blurred.

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He rushes forward.

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Turn the sword.

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a series of cutting.

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It cuts the air together.

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The back.

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A pile of bodies moves.

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Carriean Mass

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a lump of worms and flesh.

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He doesn't stop.

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I'll go in quickly

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crosswise.

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crosswise.

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crosswise.

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It's getting cut off.

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It's falling apart.

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At that moment.

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The crossbow rings again in the background.

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And.

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Stone rises from the ground.

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Rotation.

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a stone saw blade

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Grind the colony.

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cut flesh.

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worm.

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Everyone breaks down together.

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Hold on.

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It's quiet.

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but.

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in the darkness ahead.

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Another move.

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Naird speaks low.

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“…It's endless."

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He fixes the sword.

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“…Yes."

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Look ahead.

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“…This forest."

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“…I'm not dead."

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"I've been living all this time."

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“…It's rotting."

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And.

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It goes back inside.