2024-12-09 06:00:14In the desolate and foreboding terrain of the Divum Mountains, Maleek found himself trapped within the confines of a cold and dank prison cell. The air was thick with an ominous chill as his battered and bruised form hung suspended by unforgiving iron chains. His body bore the marks of relentless brutality inflicted upon him by the hulking cenobites who loomed like monstrous specters, their twisted faces obscured by shadows.
The interrogation was a macabre dance of pain and desperation, as the cenobites sought to extract information from Maleek through a series of brutal beatings. The dimly lit cell echoed with the harsh sounds of agony and the clinking of chains. One of the hellion cenobites, a grotesque figure with a snarling visage, took on the role of the interrogator.
"Where are you from, you vile thing?" the cenobite growled, i
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Maleek descended into lower lava chambers until he reached a chamber of iron and ruby quartz columns. The chamber is one of five rooms that served as the base support quarters, giving the pillar stability. Maleek continued throughout the room until he reached an ascending elevator leading to the lower crater. Maleek was feeling the heat; however, he was not consumed by the high temperatures, thanks to the heat-resistant clothes and the Gabrean magic he now possessed.Maleek saw a lower bridge that led to an ascending staircase. Maleek quickly made his way upward until he reached the top levels, a pair of iron, ruby, and quartz set before his path. Maleek attempted to push the doors open; however, they were sealed shut. “Shit! dead end!”Suddenly a holographic bust of General Infritus appears before Maleek. Maleek glared at the general. “Fuck, he knows I am here,” Maleek exhumed. “I have known you were in this sanctuary since you stepped off the prized ship I designed myself. What were
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