Atrocity is its wine. It feasts on disease. It fattens itself on the corruption in the hearts of human and werewolf alike. It is as old as the stars, vaster than suns, blacker than the voids of space. It is the corruption that gnaws at the World Tree's roots, the hatred that threatens to devour Gaia. It is the Wyrm.
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