He lets out a heavy breath, and softly pets the sleeping wyrmling in his arms.
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*it seems to be unaffected, as if beams with magical properties don't effect it*
* a beastly hand rips through the floor, grasping you, and yanks you into the dark below, showing you my ghastly form*
*I roar, and the sound screeches out from within me, sounding like the continuous, sudden death of a thousand souls*