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The Overseer has served me well. Perhaps their task will free my mind from these lingering nightmares.
I know you see it too, friend. The crimson eye. It always finds you.
Mordite is a strange material, a constant in an ever-changing universe. Perhaps Name is right. Perhaps it does offer a clue. The Overseer asks me to harvest Mordite, a material found in the bodies of slain creatures.
The Overseer has served me well. Perhaps their task will free my mind from these lingering nightmares.
Perhaps this is not the time to meditate upon annihilation.
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