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    Mizora pulled, Wyll’s soul ripping through each layer of the wretched planes. The soggy, bone-strewn, disease-ridden swampland of the third layer, Minauros, came next. Tavaris could feel the decay seeping into Wyll – rotting him from the inside out, only to be crudely reformed as he plunged into Phlegethos. Liquid fire thrummed in his veins as he was forced through what felt like the neck of a volcano. The heat was maddening, it boiled his blood and popped his veins as he sank farther.
    The fifth layer, Stygia plunged him into brine water colder than the breath of an ice dragon. Wyll burned from the sudden, beyond drastic change in temperature, lungs clawing at themselves as they filled with the ocean. Where the lava before had burnt away his flesh, the salt latched in. Pressure pushed at him from all sides as he sank lower, his beautiful eye, which she hadn’t spent nearly enough time memorizing, burst from the force.

    (This is a retelling of the game where I’ve taken in game dialogue, smooshed the words around, and added a far amount of new bits. Including but not limited to Wyll's romance scenes, Durge dream flashbacks and general tadfool tomfoolery which each member of the group)

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