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... ached the meeting point, the horizon crawled with figures. A sea of cultists, hundreds, if not more—stood in disciplined (and slightly fanatical) rows, waiting for him.
Black robes. Hoods. Unsettling grins.
Some carried banners embroidered with his own damn face.
Others held up scrolls as if waiting for divine decrees.
A few had somehow managed to get their hands on drums and were rhythmically chanting his name.
"Overlord! Overlord! Overlord!"
Dari ...
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