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Xem, having taken his leave of the other gods at the summit of the mountain long ago, paid no mind to the work that was currently occurring several miles above. He was certain that, no matter what it might have been those strange little machines were building, it did not concern him. Instead, he moved further down the mount until he eventually arrived at its base. A featureless wall of rock situated the farthest away from any of the surrounding streams one could imagine, and thus the perfect location for him to establish his realm. Laying a decrepit hand against the dirt covered stone, Xem slowly began to shape the rock, melting in some places and extending it in others until it settled into a shape that met his needs. With that initial bout of landscaping done, the god of corruption strode onward into the lightless tunnel he had made, stopping only upon reaching an as of yet untouched wall. Extending his power Xem hollowed out the strata around him, creating a tiny pocket in the rock centered around a horrid throne that would serve as the focal point of his domain. Settling himself upon it he unleashed a corruptive wave that would see the transformation complete, the spatial dimensions of the interior warping and shifting to fit the design lingering in the recesses of his blighted mind.

[url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8b/08/8e/8b088efdb33d400f06fa0dd1e7dcac53.jpg]Pestis[/url] was finished at long last.

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Xem, taking his leave of the gods at the top of the mount, descends to its base. Working the stone and surrounding terrain, he reshapes it and Pestis is made.
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