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We ate through the world like acid.

Seeping into the Undearth, trickling ever downward, consuming all we encountered; Never sated, never still.

Until we met resistance. Dwellers in the dark. A people who had never known war or light.

We were interlopers. Invaders from above. A light bearing race corrupting everything in our wake.

A poison seeping into cavernous cathedrals, corrupting them into corroded hollows with the light that followed us down into exile.