" It was instant and automatic. The hair stood on Vic’s neck, she got goose skin, and her clear amber eyes morphed to lustrous black! Vic didn’t slow. As she raised her rifle, she let out a cry more pitiless and unnerving than the attack bawls of any wild animal. The primitive war cry of the ancient tribe of Onu echoed through the forest and frightened birds to flight. It even forced the momentary halt of the stone creatures! "
― , Vic: Event
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