Dropsical, was finally happy to get his hands', on the heart of the stone. Leading the way down into the depth's of the city. The city was still in disrepair, Dropsical; having spent most of his time, in search of us, the surviving elves', having lived through his ferocious attack. He marched his men over the accursed stream, passing, area dot, H, as he done so.
As he marched his new kingdom, down into the heart of the city. The heart of the stone, started to release it's protective love. Bringing the city to life, changing and transforming the very essence of death, that had befallen it, during the attack of, Dropsical's ascension. The city was reforming and restructuring, dramatically before them. Opening out, creating city, upon city. Layer, upon layer. All the while, Dropsical was leading the men, into the heart of the realm.
Once he had reached the heart of the realm, he halted all the men before him. The stone , still working it's magnificent qualities' . " O, men of the upper world; you are witnessing the creation of a new city, a city that will be unlike any other. We will exceed, and create new wonders', using the beautiful qualities'; of the stone ". He said.
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