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The air grows heavy with hunger. Smile, eyeless and exhausted, screeches a low, lethal sound, his black staff trembling as he craves flesh. Twilight, clad in shadows and golden eyes, steps forward calmly. He presses a cold corpse into his brother's grasp, silencing the frenzy. "Calm it," Twilight murmurs, the feathers on his greatsword rustling softly in the eerie quiet.