My Immortalitasi
“Hey, Formless One,” Emmrich said, his tone as casual as he could make it. “Do you want to come to the Fall Out Wisp concert in the Crescent Fane with me tonight?” The silence hung in the still air of the chamber. Emmrich could see Johanna’s face twist into a mocking expression, ready to laugh at his attempt. Then, a faint vibration trembled the ground beneath their feet. “Oh. My. Fucking. Maker,” said the Formless One.
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