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... nce yesterday. His eyes were desolate, etched with sorrow and grievances.
Sighing again, Eryk found himself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, his eyes reflecting desolation and sorrow. The weight of grievances seemed unbearable.
He was about to sigh again when a pair of soft hands held his hands.
A mist of blood erupted, from which a figure materialized in front of him.
Crimson aura coagulated before him, turning into a red-haired figure in a fiery dress.
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