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This storm can be described as gorgeous and meticulous despite the destruction it bestows. Red in one direction, blue in another, black up above. Hot gives way to cool, sweat to rain. The controlled cacophony devastates allowing users to float on rage.
I initially found this to be rather meandering after the brutal immediacy of What One Becomes, but within the improvisational void lies an amorphous beauty. Sugammadex