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Power beyond anything he had ever imagined

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He felt it, he felt its fiery fury as it pulsed through his body

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Absolute and undeniable strength

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As the great power charged through him, he opened his eyes and beheld the source of his terrible strength

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The Swarm

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The swarm of almighty wrath

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The swarm of death and carnage

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His mind became enraptured in the bloody glory of destruction as his flood of endless minions crashed against the great walls of the fortress as a great wave breaks the homes before it

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The ceaseless tide threw debris and now lifeless corpses in all directions, quickly razing the marble of kings

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They killed

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They slaughtered

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They maimed

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They held no quarter for innocent life

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And all he could hear in the loud chaos of war was the deep, resonating laugh that emanated from his own

personage

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It was his, and there were none that could deny that

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As the once magnificent fortress continued to fall into utter ruin and chaos, he knew that this day would be forever remembered as the day that his swarm became the supreme power! He knew that they would spread from one corner of the universe to the next, seeding death and destruction until all existence burned in his utter and complete rage

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His cause was Just

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His cause was Noble

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His cause was the only cause

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And death would now know life