Amongst the writhing bodies and battling minds there was a continual voice that began to rise out above the others. Between the unending bouts of pain, being torn apart and reconstructed, it had grabbed hold of an idea. A purpose. That idea began to manifest and grow in intensity. The voice became a force that pushed towards the surface, collecting others behind it. It’s intent was razor sharp and single minded - to escape. The mass attempted to contain the growing discontent that drew towards it’s exterior but to no avail. Organs and gnashing teeth exploded outward, the escaping voices taking the form of brilliant yellow orbs.
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