RaNdOM
The air thickens with a low, angry hum as the swamp’s mist parts to make way for a black cloud of winged hunger. The swarm descends in a frenzied spiral, each insect a darting, needle-mouthed predator drawn straight to the glistening softness of the toad’s massive eyes. They land in writhing clusters, biting and tearing with relentless precision, turning the glossy orbs into a frothing mess of ichor and shredded membrane.
Poor Sir Anthony!
Added damage because of 2x Accepted channeling!
Poor Sir Anthony!
Added damage because of 2x Accepted channeling!
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