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As dawn broke, at a place approximately thirty kilometers away from Landuin's Tomb, the Tzeentch Eternal Legion and the Nurgle Plague Legion were still battling.
Carlos, the Fate Weaver, was covered in wounds all over. Its already very balding feathers were almost all plucked clean. The movements of the Plague Giant Sword were not fast, but Carlos was enveloped by that terrible plague. Its speed slowed down, and with each breath, the Fate Weaver could smell the rot of its own innards.
