The Sixth Angel
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A large, reflective octahedron was approaching the city that laid below you, you were slowly watching it stop over the city, squeezing out a drill from its bottom pont, spinning as it drilled into the GeoFront
A large, reflective octahedron was approaching the city that laid below you, you were slowly watching it stop over the city, squeezing out a drill from its bottom pont, spinning as it drilled into the GeoFront