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Screeeech!

A deafening sound of something piercing the air reverberated through the walls and into the room.

The promotion grounds, which had looked so tiny beneath their feet moments ago, were rapidly expanding in size.

This meant only one thing: their altitude was dropping fast.

-D-Do you really intend to go down there?

Aldo twisted his head tightly as if begging for reconsideration.

Instead of replying, Yeo ...

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