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[i]It might have seemed that, for at least a few merciful seconds, the conflict was over. It had really just begun. The Magna Pater had used its preeminent power, that of the True Eyes. Those who saw them never again would be able to sleep in peace, for in sleep would they always rise to greet the horror that waited in the secret places. Were Saaria to have passed out from the strain of her immense attack, then instead of lying still, she would stand up. She would stand up and begin walking with dim eyes, out towards the evening darkness. In the woodland thickets something smoldering and wet moved about, far and away from sight. For the first time in a long time, it made a noise. A shrill, gobbling laugh that rose in maniacal pitch until it was almost a scream, dipping up and down in cackling gulfs of hideous exuberance before descending into what resembled hysterical, blood chilling sobs.[/i]