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Kuaiji glanced up from the tall grasses to watch the demon's latest move. He whistled softly with admiration
That one I'll have to watch. But first, lets give them something to play with
He then reached into his pack and retrieved a small simple silver flute. Playing a soft melody, he removed himself from the physical world and into the ether. Calling with his thin music. Moments later, the angry roar of the called came to him.
Go to them. Fight, but do not tarry. COmbined they could destroy you, and your brethern do not deserve that loss for the debt owed to me
The dragon, one of the last of the pure bred, swept through the ether and into the physical world, bathing the area in a wide arc of blue flame. It landed opposite the fighters and sat back on its haunches and bellowed angrily
I come to fight in the name of Kuaiji Il'Kator. I am dreamspike, and I am called to this field of battle
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
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