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... No warm blankets brushing against his cheek.
Just... darkness.
’The hell?’
His thoughts flickered in confusion. Had he died again? Did Majestria smother him with divine ego in his sleep?
He tried to move—but there was resistance. A soft, plush pressure enveloped his head. Something was squishing his face.
And it was... oddly hard to breathe.
Panic bubbled up, but he forced himself to stay calm.
’Okay, okay—remember what Grandma said. Don’t ...
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