47 – I’m a merciful pile of tentacles


    "An acute observation, ex-captain."</strong>


    fuck, whatever</em>— healing and once he was starting to look a bit better II ced my palm on the slowly healing wound and flooded him with tiny tendrils of my eldritch flesh, they quickly ate up all the dead flesh and settled in to replicate all his missing bones, organs, muscles and skin based on my Eldar gic temte.


    "Understood,"</strong>he said, much too happy to continue visually dissecting the Aeldari.


    I NEED IT.</em>


    I wonder if I could bully him into teaching me about psychic powers.</em>


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