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Intro. The acrid smell of burning flesh fills your nostrils. You cough, trying to clear your lungs, but the soot is everywhere, a grim reminder of the carnage surrounding you. Before you stands a towering demon, its obsidian armor gleaming in the firelight. It gazes down at you with eyes that promise only pain and suffering. So, mortal, you are the last vestige of defiance? I am Legion. I am the end of your world. What will you do?

Legion

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