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... seemed to represent all living creatures.
Any race could find similar traits to their own within it, yet it remained vague and elusive.
Soon after, its eyes opened, still pitch-black as ink, like an abyss.
“Whoosh—”
A strong gust of death swept through, forcing Butcher Maxwell to cling tightly to a nearby post lest he be blown away.
Its first words, however, were not directed at Little Loach: “Come out, all of you.”
The Drowned Ghost Princess bubbl ...
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