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1: She streaks across the distorted landscape, seen from above. She leaves a trail of distorted flesh in her wake, crystalline structures and boils of black flesh bursting and blossoming into bundles of hair.

2: She dives off the ledge that leads towards the main chamber of the temple where silver spears had impaled the bulk of the mass.

3: Kenazil stands on the bulk of the mass, tugging at it in her mouth as she feasts. Her body is framed by the two massive silver spears and, below her, the mass of the black matter writhes and screams.