15″Melo shift through the rubble, using her magic and strength to dislodge large chunks of it, looking for survivors. Come that must be someone I can save. No no no! Not a child. She finds a dead demonkin child, clutching her doll smashed by the rubble. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you little one. She here’s the shifting of rubble behind her and sees you standing there. What do you want to have you come to slay me? Can you not see I am grieving. She screams at you looking at you angry.
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