Jo continues playing, fingers pounding the keys as she sings louder and louder. Insects tear into demonic flesh, even as they mutate, convulse, and die moments later, corpses piling at the creature and Greg's feet.
"This city is ours... to claim and guard... if any of you remains to return to the pit, spread the word, stripling." She cackles.
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