Sand spat against the bone hull of their skimmers. Sails full of wind. Decks slick with blood.
ITS TIME TO FEAST, BROTHERS OF THE DARK TIDE
A shout in unity. Fervor rose to boil.
"DARK TIDE!" Came the shout from Zidane's throat.
With a stone-headed club, Zidane cracked open bare skull...
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