What becomes of a creature whose rare and pure beauty is woven into the very fabric of legend…
when he falls from grace to the farthest depths of depravity? The splendor of this unicorn no
longer rests with his glistening white fur and spectral glow. He is reborn in the acrid, sulphurous
underbelly of existence, spewing lava and choking ash with every ungodly scream.
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