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Return to Dathomir 2.0

She was back.

Stalking through the under-brush of the jungle, one foot at a time. Her first trip here had been wildly unproductive. She'd fought a ghoulish Rancor, been attacked by another Sister and generally pissed off what remained of the Nightsisters.

And of course there was the Allyan Witches, damned pests who believed in preservation of life and all that.

Althea cared for none of it, and tipped her tri cornered hat down an inch to conceal her eyes from the sun. The jungle was hot, moist and loud. Every step was a careful move to avoid being bitten or worse, falling into a snare or animal nest.

One hand rested on the hilt of Soulbreaker, her Alchemical blade.

It whispered once more...

Kill.....Consume.....Feed.

Althea managed to ignore the maddening dark soul within, keeping her eyes roving and her body immersed in the more earthly currents of the force. This was not space where she could draw on infinite magics of the void, despair and evil. This was the natural world, and there were magic here far more powerful than any she had ever possessed.

*Snap*

Her boot crushed the branch underfoot and it echoed like a gunshot through a canyon. She growled, gritting her teeth, lips peeled back and drew her blade in a swift motion. If the others heard it, she was surely going to be pursued.

Because she was here to steal from them. Nightsister Force Crystals....
 

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