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... er, trying to sense what was beyond it.
Usually, divine barriers feel like a slap in the face—electric, burning, or solid as a mountain. This? This felt like pushing my hand into a pile of cold, wet wool. It didn’t fight back. It just... sagged. It was a wall made of "I’m sorry" and "Please leave me to die."
"Still nothing?" I muttered, my eyes narrowing. "Fine. Have it your way."
"..."
I waited for like... three seconds before I lost my patience and started knock ...
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