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When the stone steps come to an end The air is changing. It's not moisture The rotten weight presses down on the lungs. There's water on the floor It's not clear. Black and shiny like oil Slowly, it flows too slowly. "This is not a river." Naird speaks low. "It's hurtful." Dried answers. by lethal means. There's a structure on the wall that was once a sluice gate The control seat is broken Black water leaks out of the gap. in the water Shapes are made by themselves. The first thing that came to mind was a corruption-ridden ghost. There is something similar to the face on the water and disappears. At the moment when we're approaching The sense of direction is wrong. Dryer retreats immediately Lift the crossbow. a frostbite. in a wave of ice The shape of the ghost is fixed. A vision shot. The ice and the waves overlap The specter is released back into the water. My feet are sticky. The moment you step on it The mud cracked The sludge druds rise. a split. Divided again. "It's increasing." Naird steps forward. a circle drawn by a moonlit sword. I'm not cutting it Cut off the flow. The community is no longer divided It sinks into the mud. by the water I can hear something similar to the song. No. a broken reverberation of a song. the remnants of eroded niad. Naird pauses for a moment. Power goes into the hand holding the sword. "That's... It's the leftover skin." A lot of grief. I'm moving on the water like I'm rubbing it Cut off the shape. The scream sank into the water The song ends. The waterway narrows. Between the wall and the wall, The black thing is sticking and blocking the flow. a black filter. The dryer catches the distance. Triple blow. A series of shocks Rip off the filter membrane. Where the filter is off There's nothing left. No life, no trace. from below the sound of scratching something. across the underground channel A huge body crawls out. a septic trench crawler. Toxic bubbles burst. The niad pushes the water away. Ice forms on the sword. a large-sized cutlery. The body is split The bubble doesn't come out anymore. A door. a structure that was once a sluice gate. The shape fused with the control seat slowly raise one's head. a gatekeeper of corruption. "Reacting." Dried says. The crossbow is ringing. a vision shot. But it doesn't stop. Naird steps forward. a flurry of mooncakes. The sword overlapped several times Destroy the control seat directly. The gatekeeper is It collapses silently. in the air Corrupt spores float. an infiltrating spear. The dryer holds its breath. a frostbite. The air is frozen The spores break on the spot. then Blood moves in the water. toward the wound He crawls on his own. Blood leak. Naid doesn't back down. Iced chabel.