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A moan, a moan the like of which had not been heard in twelve thousand years, sounded and shook the ripening bulbs from the vines. Lara shifted her aim to Ajay— HOW DARE YOU! The Voice exploded in Lara’s head like a psychic bomb. Through double vision, she saw Ajay draw her machine pistols. LESSER THING YOU CROFT MAMMAL WOMAN PAY IN PAIN OUTRAGE! Lara fought the drunken, painful sensation in her brain that threatened to paralyze her, pointed her other gun, tried to aim for the gigantic head, fired… The lines of Méne dissolved into chaos. “There she is,” she heard Ajay shout. PAIN! TRAITORS FOOLS WEAK STUPID VERTEBRATES DIE YOU SHALL DIE ALL DIE! The Deep God disappeared in a whirl of water. The pain went with it, and Lara could see and hear and think clearly again … just in time to duck behind one of the lichen-covered roots as Ajay fired her machine pistol. The Lost Cult, Chapter 24
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