Alo struggles to get to his knees as he watches a beast tear through and wreak havoc on the heavenly grotto, the very place he once called home. Taking in a deep breath, smelling that putrid rotting smell he remembers so vividly from his youth he can't help but smile as he thinks, “Heavenly grotto, hell of a name for a toxic swamp built in the decomposing guts of a demon. Fitting that a demon causes its end and that I die here in the very place I was born.” The beast turns its attention back to Alo and he opens his arms and embraces his fate, he feels the teeth dig into his flesh then blackness.

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