An awful air teemed all around me, even flowing though me. An intimation of dread and Horrors never felt before rose inside my body growing stonger hauling my earthly soul from out my vessels core. The mind grew weaker but the body stronger. I was no longer moving by my own will. I caught a glance back at the locals but felt far from reach, even my eyes couldn't quite grasp the hues of what appeared to be Dusk & the Anvil shaped head rotated slow andf meaningfull towards me revealing the glistening orbs of his being suggesting the sickening situation that enveloped me.
I faced foward and was transcended from my mind the body left behind transmutating above my former being, embodying the pernicious forms of the Ton Ton Makoute
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