* With one Empty Kind gone, the red hue of the Den of Desolation quickly fades into a sick grey. A terrible roar of agony and rage echoes around as well, the many other ruins that Burn finds crumbling into openings he can never use because he has to travel onward. The Ancient Axe also knows the coming danger and suddenly divides into two, one part a sword for Burn to hold the other still a ready axe. Things must be about to get so much worse [AI Art]*
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