Without Armor from Arcade by Infinexhuma

Vastness, all doors have closed, this deserted plane contains no threat, not in itself yet in the visitor, in that they no longer need any protection, the larger aim of this journey is becoming tangible. Infinexhuma looks upon the resting host, it has remained dormant here. The travel along the path outside of the self in the illusion of death, has fused with the inner route, leading to what was once thought to be lost. Walk forward with the newly acquired tools, protection for the gentle and extermination of evil

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