On the night of the 10th of Neth, the party dreamed of soaring through space. Like a magnificent fungal space god. Flying, wingless and terrible through the vast, hollow emptiness almost completely inhospitable to life. They dreamt of soaring past galaxies and stars and planets, for centuries.
On their way to destroy another civilization..
Praise.
Praise.
PRAISE.
First Reference: Chapter 89
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